Jason Hill
speaker
612 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 5 Jul
Jason Hill’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Sikelski just concluded a hard stretch in Gerla Prison, Romania, got caught at the Serbian border and nailed for arson, robbery and murder.
Copeland poured the dregs of his third glass of wine down his throat and refilled the glass to the brim.
He lifted another snail from the platter and sucked it from its shell with a short slap.
And by concluded, I mean to say he tore out the guard's throat with his teeth and absconded into the wilds of the continent.
The old man chewed the snail in a manner that caught to mind another, more familiar de Goya painting.
A crazed, disheveled and monstrous satin, chewing the arm off one of his sons.
I regarded him silently for a moment.
deciding whether or not to mention the... I'd have called them night terrors, but that weren't exactly the right term for the bizarre hallucinations I experienced most evenings.
Truth be told, I hadn't counted more than three or four hours of sleep a night since the party and the screening of Dracula's Doom.
But it was more than just nightmares, wasn't it?
I could almost chop those up to an amalgam of trauma, sleep deprivation, and a drayhorse's dose of drugs and booze.
What about the noises?
The amateur violinist who had apparently taken up residence in a nearby flat, where he or she practiced well into the wee hours of the morning, all this despite none of my neighbors having heard anything of the song.
Then there was the cold, mirthless laughter that floated up to my window from the courtyard.
The laughter of a castrato, or a child, or of someone pretending to be one.
There were other sounds too.
Giggling.
Slithering.
Once, behind the closed bathroom door, I swore I'd heard someone whispering a prayer in a foreign tongue.
I had been turning my thick squat whiskey glass around on the dark wooden tabletop.
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