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Chapter 1: What is the premise of 'The Torn Man' story?
This week's episode is sponsored by the provocative psychological horror Kennold. Walker is a gig worker barely holding things together when he takes on a strange, high-paying job at a secluded mansion. There, he meets clients who live as animals, not as play, but as identity.
What begins as a gig quickly spirals into something far more unsettling, as Walker is pulled into a world where wealth buys transformation and control. Blending the social unease with the surreal identity horror, Kennold explores power, performance, and the cost of survival in a system built to consume you. In a world like this, autonomy isn't given, it's taken.
Chapter 2: How does Walker's job at the secluded mansion change his life?
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Chapter 3: What unsettling transformations occur in the mansion's residents?
Happy hump day, everyone, and all that saying implies. Halfway through the week and that much closer to the weekend. Not that it's something I think that much about these days. I've really been digging being at the station. It's starting to feel more and more like home.
And honestly, for all the complaining I used to do about being alone, I think it's more that the introvert side of me was just isolating myself too much.
Chapter 4: What themes of power and identity are explored in 'The Torn Man'?
The people who work here are really funny. I mean, I'm not sure if they're trying to be, but... The other day, the receptionist Carol was talking about how lately she feels like someone is watching her while she sleeps. Oh, man, that Carol. Always something with her. Anyway, I gotta go have a chat with HR in a minute over some stuff that I don't think is that interesting to you all.
So let's get right into the stories. First up, from writer Jason Duck and narrated by Nate Dufort, Creepy Presents, The Torn Man.
Dan Robertson looked up at the high brick walls of the Castle Ridge Hotel. His battered red Fiesta crossed over the wooden drawbridge that spanned the moat and drove under the portcullis, its sharp points promising death. His blue eyes scanned the Gothic structure with its imposing columns, high arches, and stained glass windows.
He parked his vehicle in the car park before strolling through the main entrance.
Chapter 5: How does the character Dan end up at Castle Ridge Hotel?
By next week, the Castle Ridge Hotel would be closed for the winter. Presently, though, the hotel's foyer was filled with people going about their business. The interior was what you'd expect in a building of this kind. Knights in armor, standing silently to attention, clasping swords and pikes in steel gauntlets.
Swords, shields, flags, and tapestries depicting scenes long since past, adorning its stone walls and high ceilings. He made his way to the manager's office, weaving through the throng of holidaymakers who were snatching the last days of summer. Already, Dan noticed there was a chill in the air, and the days were getting shorter and shadows longer.
Dan was a lifeguard at the hotel, but since he'd been thrown out of the apartment by his girlfriend, Linda, he didn't have a place to stay. So what if he was having an affair? Big deal. He hoped he'd found a solution to his situation. He reached the manager's office and knocked on the thick oak door.
Dan vaguely remembered being told this was originally a door in one of Henry VIII's palaces, but couldn't remember which one. Didn't care, anyway. A gruff voice came from the other side of the pockmarked door, ordering Dan to enter. Dan opened the door and stepped into the manager's office.
Chapter 6: What strange occurrences does Dan experience at the hotel?
Mr. Torrance, the manager, sat behind a large oak desk. He was in his mid-fifties and wore little reading glasses that sat at the end of his long nose. He pointed to one of the two Louis XIII chairs that faced him. Dan sat in one. "'So you want to stay here over the winter to look after this place?' Mr. Torrance said, dark eyes peering over his glasses at Dan as if he were an insect."
Yes, that's right, sir, Dan answered, shifting uncomfortably under the manager's glare. You know, I don't like you very much, Mr. Torrance said. You're too work-shy and don't get on with authority. The statement hung in the air like a bad smell. Dan stayed silent, a false smile plastered across his handsome features.
But sadly, no one else has come forward due to the incidents we've had over the years. Dan nodded. He didn't care about the weird happenings that occurred during the winter months. Disturbances such as windows being left open, loud knocking on doors, and mysterious singing echoing through the halls. He just needed a place to stay.
Since Mr. Campbell, the caretaker, disappeared last winter, there's been no other people willing to stay here over the winter months, apart from you. I know this will suit you well, Mr. Robertson. Nothing to do all day but sit around and do the occasional bit of work for a generous wage." Dan said nothing and continued with his fake smile.
At last the week was up and Dan entered Castle Ridge with a rucksack across his broad back and a smile on his face. The sun was hanging low in a late September sky, its rays already weakened by the season. Soon there would be no warmth from it as the winter months took hold and the coldness rained like a vengeful conqueror.
All the guests had departed and a few members of staff were milling around saying their last farewells as Dan strolled into the foyer, ignoring them as he passed by. He ascended the main staircase, taking two steps at a time. As he was the only guest for the next five months, he could choose any of the 101 rooms to sleep in.
He chose the James I Royal Rooms, where the famed English and Scottish monarch once stayed. Dan threw his rucksack upon the king-size's four-poster bed and explored the luxurious rooms. The rooms consisted of the main bedroom that was bigger than his old entire apartment. This led into an en suite bathroom with a huge Victorian bath and rainforest shower.
There were living quarters with a dining room table that could seat four. A wide bay window overlooked the magnificent gardens, allowing the dying sunlight through. A massive flat-screen TV hung on the wood-paneled wall in front of a plush sofa, two armchairs, and a glass coffee table. Dan nodded in satisfaction as he took in all the luxurious surroundings.
I can live with this, he thought happily. Dan walked down the main Jacobian staircase, pausing to look out through the lead-lined window to catch a glimpse of the last of the members of staff to leave. He stood watching like a ghost as they walked across the gravel drive, their footfalls floating upon the slightly chilled early evening breeze.
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Chapter 7: How does the story of 'If You Live in My Town' unfold?
The gardens were empty. No singing nymph dancing naked among the flowers and hedgerows. Dan shook his head. He must be losing it. But the image of the girl and the horrendous figure of a man with a blood-washed face still lingered in his brain. He promised himself he'd lay off the brie and crackers for a while. Another two weeks dragged on.
In this hotel, time seemed to go much slower than in the outside world. A day here could be two or three back home. He'd been thinking of Linda recently, in the apartment that they'd shared. He was missing her. Maybe when this was all over, he'd try to patch things up. But in his heart, he knew he'd never be faithful. There were too many temptations in the world.
He'd fallen asleep quickly as he had done a heavy workout in the gym before taking a hot shower and going to bed. He was awakened again by low singing, his watch confirming it was the witching hour once more. Dan felt his heart beating faster as he remembered the figure dancing in the gardens, her nymph-like body pale in the moonlight. Quickly, Dan climbed out of bed.
The windows were once again wide open, the curtains blowing inwards by the winter breeze. Dan grabbed his torch before walking towards the bedroom door that led out to the corridor. He hesitated for a brief moment as the image of that hideous face appeared once more in his mind's eye before it was pushed out by the image of the mysterious girl.
He switched on the torch and opened the door to reveal an empty corridor. Cautiously, Dan walked down the darkened corridor towards the staircase. The singing seemed to be coming from downstairs, the beautiful voice echoing around the cold stone walls of the deserted castle, excitement overriding any fears he may have propelled Dan onwards.
He got to the bottom of the stairs and walked past the row of knights who stood like silent sentinels, watching him go by. Dan's breathing quickened as he entered the huge dining room and saw the girl standing at the far end. Her hair, the color of autumn, swirled around her as she danced gaily in the cavernous dining room.
You shouldn't be in here, he half-heartedly said as he stared at the young girl, lust dancing in his eyes. Dan guessed it was a student who needed somewhere to live for a while, and a closed hotel was ideal. Either side of him stood the tables and chairs, shrouded by starch-white sheets. Dan was so enthralled by the girl before him that he failed to see the sheets begin to move.
Dan's vision changed from the faraway pale figure to a storm of white as the sheets shot off the furniture as if propelled by invisible hands smothering him. Dan's excitement turned to panic as he battled against the material, trying to slip the sheets like a swimmer trying to escape riptides. Dan's head broke free from the sheets, crying out as he gasped for air.
The sheets seemed to be tightening around his body, and he found himself falling to the floor. He rolled around, bumping into tables and chairs, as he tried to escape the sheets. Kicking and screaming, he managed to escape and run out of the dining hall into the foyer. He had lost his torch, but blind panic drove him on.
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Chapter 8: What are the consequences of living in Sector A versus Sector B?
He leaned against the heavy door, eyes closed, his breathing coming in quick gasps. He strained his ears, trying to hear any sound on the other side of the thick wooden door. He couldn't hear anything. Then the door shook as if an army were trying to batter the door in. Dan cried out, pushing his body up against the wood as it shook in its frame.
Then the banging stopped and silence reigned once more. Dan tried to control his breathing as his heart hammered in his chest and cold sweat ran down his back. Then out of the darkness, Dan heard another sound. It was coming from the bathroom, a dripping noise, as if tiny drops of water were falling to the floor. Dan peeled himself off the door and staggered to the en suite bathroom.
The sound of dripping was louder here. With a shaky hand, he reached for the light cord that dangled in the darkness, like a hangman's noose, and pulled. No light came flooding into the room. Darkness remained. Dan cursed and moved further into the bathroom toward the sound. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and he could see a little. The shower curtain was drawn so Dan couldn't see within.
With trepidation, he held his breath and pulled the curtain aside to reveal an empty bath. Dan let out a shaky breath and almost laughed. Then the light came on and flickered. In the harsh strobe light, Dan felt a presence in the room. A smell reached his nostrils, a mixture of copper and off-meat. Dan didn't want to look, but he was compelled to. Stiffly, he turned to face the mirror.
That hideous face was staring out at him from the mirror. Dan felt the front of his pajamas go wet, a scream locked in his tight throat. The face smiled, revealing bloodstained teeth. Flesh from its cheeks hung in ribbons as if talon-like nails had ripped it from the bone. The whiteness of its jawbone shone through the gore and rotten flesh of the apparition.
The face's left eye lay on one bloody cheek by its optic nerve. Dan couldn't move his eyes from the hideous face. The apparition was dressed in navy blue overalls, the denim ripped and bloody, like the material had been torn apart by a wild animal. The apparition reached out with crimson hands, dripping blood upon the floor.
It screamed a most unnatural sound, mouth twisted in fury, its tatty arms reaching out of the mirror towards Dan, its hideous torn face and body following close behind. Dan managed to move his fear-wracked body and back away from the horror, releasing his scream that resonated around the bathroom. Dan felt a blow to the back of his legs as they struck the bathtub.
The force caused Dan to fall back into the bath, legs going up into the air as his head smashed into the tiled wall. The next thing Dan was aware of was lying in the bath, legs dangling over the tub, dazed and confused. Daylight from the bedroom windows streamed into the bathroom.
As the horrors of the night before came flooding back, Dan looked up at the mirror, no hideous apparition grinning back at him. Dan slowly got out of the bathtub, a brutal headache pounding in the back of his skull. He touched the back of his head and felt the stickiness of congealed blood, wincing slightly at the touch. He had to leave.
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