Isaiah (Host - likely Wendigoon)

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1,018 appearances 1 recordings 1 series first heard Aug 2026 last heard 2 Aug

Isaiah (Host - likely Wendigoon)’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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CreepCast · I Got Hired At A Modeling Agency | CreepCast · 2 Aug 2026 podcast

Heat flushes across my face.

I blink, but only one eyelid does.

I'm trembling very slightly from the cacophony of sensations overwhelming me.

My thighs are clenched together as pressure wraps even tighter around me, pressing and pulling all at once.

I bite down on my lip and taste warm iron on my tongue.

I can't even see the insects anymore, just the pencil-sized holes they've left in me, devoid of blood.

My lightheadedness grows.

I suck in air, but it's not enough.

Something presses at the back of my eyes.

Abruptly, bile fills my throat and mouth and I vomit, spattering dark liquid on the rising floor that seems to twitch and dance under it.

I gag, shivering as pulsing sensations wrack my body in waves, wringing out everything in my stomach, and slowly, things start to change.

My hands fly upwards to my face, and it dawns on me that I've regained control over my limbs.

Every movement sends flashes of pain through my body and I moan, shaky and low, as I slowly crawl forwards out of the long dead fireplace.

I catch a glimpse of my hands, dotted with holes, and want to scream but I can't, my throat clicking uselessly.

I turn my head away from the stained mirror, unwilling to look as I crawl to the center of the room.

Something isn't right, and I realize it with a flash of fear.

My eyes dart over to the window.

Shattered panes caked in mud, packed in by a wall of fossilized peat.

The room was pitch black when they lowered me down here.

I shouldn't be able to see.

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