Show Notes
A story about the horrors hiding in your home... Lurking just out of view.
"The Body is a Temple" was written by Connor Bushoven.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
CAST:
Addison Peacock as Charlie.
Zane Schacht as Greg.
Erin Lillis as the Super.
Josh Rubino as the Officer.
Opening Narration by Peter Lewis.
MUSIC:
Feverish by Three Chain Links.
About the Writer: Connor Bushoven is an artist, voice actor, and writer from the East Coast who has always loved the art of storytelling in all its forms. As a 3D artist, he's worked on feature films including Ant Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023) and The Lion King: Mufasa's Journey (2024). It was his love of storytelling that got him into the world of audio fiction, and he has recently started branching out into new genres. "The Body is a Temple" is the first horror story he's published and was inspired by the idea of the strange and grotesque things that could be sharing our spaces and lurking just out of view. https://www.cbushovenart.com/
PATREON: Patreon.com/GoodPointe
TRANSCRIPT: https://goodpointepodcasts.com/sjlyep1-transcript
CONTACT US: [email protected]
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I could barely breathe, like I was choking on the darkness. My buddy was having a panic attack. But I did what I’d been told to do; to stop, listen, look. Lady Bluebell would take me home. And I swear, not only did I hear that bell – I saw her.
Inside was a dark, cavernous room. The smooth walls and rectangular shape looked like a traditional basement – but it had a rotten, swamp-like stench to it. In the center was a table. One leg was bent and broken. There was a sheet of paper in the middle.
The terrible weight of the mountain above him, the white snow shrouding the black mountain, the stale wet air in the tunnel, all pressed down inexorably upon him in the dark. He felt strangely sad, he felt lost, he felt dizzy. He sank like a slow stone in a cold well.