Jason Hill

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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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Eventually, sweaty and shivering and weak as a kitten...

I pushed myself to my feet and laved cold water all over my face at the low plastic basin of the sink.

I was in the act of pulling a paper towel from the metal dispenser when the fluorescent strip above the mirror began to flicker rapidly.

Then it dimmed and the toilet became red as a dark room.

Between the light's furious staccato flashes, and for an interval of time that lasted far too long, the mirror was full of something dreadful.

A surrealist impression of someone so tall, they had been forced to double over just to squeeze into the cramped toilet.

Their face was ivory pale, a bloodless wound, a wound in reality itself.

Then, an evil chuckle, a sound like dry ice splitting.

Someone cursed and hammered on the door.

The deep red shadows drained away and the strip light hummed and blinked coldly overhead.

I shut my eyes tight and opened them and wiped the sweat off my face with the back of my hand, still a little dizzy.

The awkward taste of vomit lingered.

I hawked, spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth with chlorine-flavored tap water.

When I opened the door, there was a big reddish man with a prizefighter's nose and a garden of broken veins in his florid cheeks standing outside.

''What's the matter, guy?''

he drawled.

''You full of bricks or something?''

He had 30 or 40 pounds on me, but I didn't care.

I was running on a terrific vodka buzz and, more importantly, the adrenal response of whatever the hell I'd just seen in the toilet.

My bones ached, and I was more than a little green around the gills.

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