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 lobby was dark, and a dripping sound came from somewhere in the shadows.
My stomach contracted in fear, even though darkness hadn't scared me since I was a little kid.
After clearing my throat, I forced myself forward and passed the empty reception desk toward the elevator.
Everything was as I had seen it a million times, but something made me feel unwelcome.
I coughed as I pressed the elevator button with a gummy click, and the grating, wrenching sound of the doors creaking open made me cringe, but the doors finally opened to reveal the comforting light within.
The doors shut behind me after I pressed the button for my floor, and I leaned against the side of the elevator to catch my breath.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, wondering what I had just experienced and how I was going to explain it to Maggie.
Suddenly, the elevator grinded to a stop with a pneumatic screech, and I cried out as the light went out and the floor shook beneath me.
My breaths threatened to cascade into hyperventilation, and it was a fight to keep it under control.
All I could do was count to ten and breathe, no matter how much my fear turned to panicked claustrophobia.
Something bashed the elevator from outside, as if a great leviathan were striking the side of a vessel, and I put my hands against the walls as I yelled,
There was silence, then a deep, bassy creaking before a fresh assault rocked the elevator from the other side.
All I could do was fall to the floor, cover my face, and pray for it to be over soon.
I braced for another attack, but finally, the light came on, and the elevator started moving again.
It lurched to a stop on my floor, and I scrambled out into the corridor as soon as the doors creaked open.
My apartment was one of the last in the corridor, and there were patches of pure darkness lining the path between the few ceiling lights that cast dim orange cones of light.
I'd never felt so drained as I moved quickly along the corridor, quickening my pace every time I was in the shadows.
The door to my neighbor, Mrs. Camry's, apartment gaped open, and I instinctively pressed myself against the door opposite it.
I looked into her dark apartment as much as I feared that I might see something I didn't want to.
Red light filtered through her rain-streaked window, and a silhouette sat in a chair beside it in the shadows.
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