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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I'm frozen by fear.
And by awe, I feel rather than hear her speak.
Vibration runs along the floor into every pore of my being.
The feeling of being closer fills my mind.
I obey and crawl up to the four limp, still legs that protrude from under her torn dress, huddling there.
A feeling of satisfaction fills my head and I dare glance up at her.
Her head is lowered, staring directly back at me, like it had always been there.
My eyes search the mask, and I see the large wire halo welded to the back, supporting the golden rays with names etched onto them protruding from behind her head.
I breathe, trying to speak, but am unable to, emitting a hoarse whisper instead.
The dry, wide eyes of God look back down at me through the mask, a glitter of something akin to intelligence in them.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her arms move, while the urge to remain still floods my head.
I obey, drooping my head as she gathers me up, arms and legs curling around me, lifting me up.
I feel tired, overcome with a sense of satisfaction and contentment.
I feel like a kid again, back home in my father's lap in the hanging chair on our front porch as we watched my brothers play in the street.
The memory takes hold, filling my mind with the feeling of the sun on my skin, the hot smell of pavement and dirt, cold lemonade.
I suck gently at the straw as I watch my brothers, listening to the distant shouts and laughs, the shushing of the trees as it casts its staccato shade over the family car.
I want to fall asleep, but I'm watching a movie later tonight and I don't want to miss it.
I try to take the straw out of my mouth, but I find that I can't.
Frown, puzzled, try again, but the straw stays wedged between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I try to pull at it, but my arms won't move, frozen in place.
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