Melissa Medina
speaker
305 appearances
3 recordings
1 series
first heard Apr 2026
last heard 4d ago
Melissa Medina’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Appearances
His eyes, bleary and severe, regarded me coolly, waiting for me to say.
Okay, sure, I'll leave it alone.
Which I did.
Visible relief took his coiled posture and eased it of tension.
He nodded, smiled, pulled me into a hug.
I laughed and playfully thumped his shoulder.
He mock winced, rubbing his arm as he headed out, leaving me alone with the haunted, talking Teresa.
I didn't pull the string.
Well not at first.
It was evening.
Bloody sunlight streaked through the front-facing windows, painting our menagerie of the weird and awful and inky shadows.
I tucked the talking Teresa onto a shelf that housed a dozen other dolls and toys before taking to my nightly duties of closing up shop.
The clock tick tocked as the last customers came and went, as darkness settled in over our corner of the world, as street traffic dwindled and died, and the cicada army took to their song.
At seven sharp, I bolted to the front door, threw up the sorry we're closed sign, and issued a long sigh that indicated I was alone.
But
No, that wasn't right.
I was never truly alone.
The air was always charged, alive, shifting and swirling like slimy black water, thick with the awful feeling of eyes crawling up your back, of heinous things judging you with insane hatred.
Like I said, I was used to it, inoculated.
Immune to the icy fear that hijack the atmosphere like a parasite.
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