Dorothy Newell
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843 appearances
11 recordings
6 series
first heard Oct 2025
last heard 6 Jul
Dorothy Newell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I leapt from the tent and hit the ground running without a sense of direction, colliding with a thin sapling before bounding off into a gap in the brush, the moon above doing little to light my path, the only sound, the crunch of my footsteps, and the thudding of my heart and my ears.
My vision closed.
My eyes teared.
and I felt the last of my consciousness slipping away.
Then, a splash of heat across my face as a spurting smile opened up beneath his unshaven chin.
Dad's eyes bulged, and his body shuddered as if struck.
And he rolled off me, his mouth working but emitting no words, only a wet gurgle.
Standing above him, its claws slick with blood, its pale flesh seemingly aglow in the moonlight, stood the Camp Skadadamuch killer, just as I had imagined him all those years ago.
His stringy black hair parted, revealing two red eyes like dying embers, an impossibly wide and jagged mouth of sharp teeth.
It grinned, nodded at me, before turning its attention to Dad.
Jesus, was all that Dad could muster before it was upon him, its claws slashing and gouging over and over, sinking into him before reappearing full of glistening coils, tossing them aside, rendering him both figuratively and literally gutless.
I watched Dad's grisly end with a sense of detachment, as if I was watching a movie play out before me.
I pushed myself away from the carnage, and sat against the trunk of a tree, as the pain from my wounds, both physical and psychological, became too much, and I mercifully lost consciousness.
I don't remember anything after that point.
The circuit breaker that protects my mind from overload having apparently popped.
According to the detective who interviewed me later, an older, heavyset man who reminded me of my grandfather, a park ranger had found me back in my tent, covered in blood, and kept me warm until the police and emergency services arrived.
As luck would have it, the police were already looking for both of us.
After sending her text, my aunt called the police and requested a wellness check, one that led a rookie to discover Mom's body.
They found most of Dad just beyond the campfire.
His remaining hand reaching up in defense.
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