K
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832 appearances
9 recordings
2 series
first heard Nov 2024
last heard 29 Mar
K’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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i grabbed our bags and ran to the car my eyes darting around trying to see into the shadows my boyfriend went to grab the rest of our supplies suddenly i heard his voice calling my full name from the direction of the road stephanie it was urgent desperate but something felt wrong we never used our full names always pet names I stood there, frozen, staring into the darkness.
The voice called again, and I felt my blood run cold. Then out of nowhere, my boyfriend appeared beside me, his face pale. What are you looking at? he asked, his voice shaky. I turned to him, my heart pounding. Did you call me? I asked, but he shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. He hadn't called me. We didn't wait any longer.
We grabbed everything we could, threw it into the car, and got out of there as fast as we could. The feeling of being watched didn't leave, even as we sped down the winding road, the forest pressing in on us from all sides. Whatever was out there, it wasn't finished with us. And I knew, deep down, that it was only a matter of time before it found us again.
We drove away from the campsite as fast as we could, the tires kicking up gravel as we sped down the narrow road. The trees felt like they were closing in on us, their branches reaching out like dark, twisted hands. My boyfriend was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, and I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder, expecting to see something chasing us.
The air in the car was thick. The same sour smell from the campsite still lingering, making my stomach churn. We hadn't been driving for more than ten minutes when it happened. Out of nowhere, a deer jumped into the road, its eyes glowing a strange bright yellow in the headlights. My boyfriend slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a stop just inches away from it.
The deer just stood there, staring at us, its matted fur hanging off its body in patches. something about it felt wrong its eyes didn't look natural and it didn't move even as we honked the horn go around it i whispered my voice trembling my boyfriend nodded slowly steering the car around the deer as we passed it i couldn't help but stare at it its head turned to follow us
Its glowing eyes locked onto mine. A chill ran down my spine, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. We kept driving, trying to put as much distance between us and that campsite as possible. But then, just as we rounded a bend in the road, there it was again. The same deer, standing in the middle of the road, its head twisted at an unnatural angle.
My boyfriend cursed under his breath, swerving to avoid it. My hands were shaking and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It didn't make sense. How could it be the same deer? We had just passed it. We kept driving, but it happened again and again. Each time we saw it, the deer looked more twisted, more wrong. Its eyes seemed to glow brighter and its body looked like it was falling apart.
My boyfriend's face was pale, and I could see the fear in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was just as scared as I was. After the fourth time, I couldn't take it anymore. Don't stop, I whispered, my voice barely audible. Just keep going. My boyfriend nodded, his foot pressing down harder on the gas pedal. The road seemed endless, the trees pressing in on us from all sides.
The air in the car felt heavy, like we were being suffocated by the darkness around us. Finally, we saw the lights of a small town in the distance. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The feeling of being watched slowly started to fade, but the fear was still there, lingering in the back of my mind.
We made it home in record time, neither of us saying a word the rest of the drive. But even as we stepped into our house, the sense of dread didn't leave. The shadows seemed darker and the air felt colder. I knew, deep down, that whatever we had encountered in those woods wasn't done with us. It had followed us. and it was only a matter of time before it made itself known again.
Jack sat at his small kitchen table, the dim light from the bulb above casting long shadows across the room. The bright light from his laptop screen hurt his tired eyes as he scrolled through the endless pages of the essay he was struggling to finish before the deadline. The cursor blinked persistently, a stark reminder of his lack of punctuality.
Jack's hand moved through his disheveled hair, suppressing a yawn. Concurrently pursuing two master's degrees while managing a demanding workload and maintaining a semblance of personal life had left him feeling frayed and exhausted. The daily routine was taking its toll, and he longed for something to rekindle the enthusiasm he once held for his academic pursuits.
Sighing, Jack leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. He glanced around the cluttered kitchen, littered with coffee mugs and half-eaten meals piled high in the sink. As he refocused on his laptop screen, an unexpected pop-up ad caught his attention. Vibrant images of lush forests and rugged mountains filled the small window, accompanied by bold text.
Explore the untouched wilderness of Oregon. Guided hikes through state parks available now. Jack's heart skipped a beat. The thought of escaping his monotonous routine for the serene beauty of Oregon's wilderness seemed too good to be true. He could practically smell the fresh pine air, feel the crunch of leaves under his boots, and hear the calls of wildlife echoing through the trees.
It was a chance for him to take the day to slow down, to unwind and enjoy the beauty that is Mother Nature. The following morning, Jack awoke with a renewed sense of determination. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds of his apartment, illuminating the cluttered kitchen, he reflected on the previous night's research.
Although guided by enthusiasm rather than comprehensive knowledge, he diligently packed the necessary supplies for his upcoming hiking expedition. A couple of changes of clothes, a flashlight with almost dead batteries, a Swiss army knife his dad had given him years ago, and a large bag of trail mix he hoped would suffice for sustenance.
He threw in a water bottle and a first aid kit he found buried in a drawer, its contents mostly expired. "'All right, Max,' Jack called out to his little Jack Russell Terrier, who had been watching him with curious eyes from the comfort of his dog bed. "'Time for an adventure!' Max bounded up eagerly, his tail wagging furiously as Jack attached his leash.
"'We're going hiking, buddy,' Jack said with a grin, scratching behind Max's ears. "'You're going to love it.'
with the backpack slung over one shoulder and max happily trotting beside him jack locked the door to his apartment behind him and headed towards the parking lot where his beat-up old sedan was waiting loading his gear into the trunk jack couldn't suppress the surge of excitement bubbling inside him
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