Jeremy Harrison
speaker
337 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 11 May
Jeremy Harrison’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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The woman had been told she had drowned, and she believed it when she opened the door.
I put my hand on the brass doorknob and steeled myself as I turned it.
Inside was a monochrome version of my apartment with deep shadows in every corner and covering the ceiling in a way that made it stretch out into eternity.
The memories flashed through my mind, and my body already ached just thinking about the car careening into me.
I spun around and opened the book, making the man freeze in his steps as dark drool dripped from his lips to the floor.
His eyes went wide with anger as I grasped the pages with text on them.
I held up the knife and sliced them from the book.
As soon as the knife slid through, my head exploded with searing pain as if it had cut my forehead and I couldn't even hear the screaming that was burning my throat.
I dropped to my knees and it was as though someone had torn something from my soul.
The man screamed and his voice echoed from within my own head.
The illusion broke and the store plunged into darkness with the smell of rot again.
It was a struggle to stay conscious as I groped for the book in the darkness and crawled forward as my head pulsed with agony.
Something screeched and flapped over me, and there was a crunch of wood as it landed on one of the bookshelves.
The man's voice had always been so calm, but now it was strained and cracked from pure terror and desperation.
The creature howled so loudly that I was stunned for a moment and fell to the ground, unable to move.
He screamed.
I sat up as the man's voice exploded in shrill agony as something collided hard and crunched grotesquely nearby.
All I could do was crawl through the bones and dust with the book in my hand, trying to fight through the pain and the terror.
Frantic ripping and something wet landing on the ground made me grit my teeth.
The screams died out, but I kept crawling until I reached the wall.
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