Show Notes
My blood ran cold as I slowly looked up. I was all alone in the office. No figures, no lights from other computers.
"Surveillance" was written by Sydney Seewald.
Performed by Danyelle Ellett, Ryan Philbrook, Kayla Temshiv and Rissa Montanez.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
About the Author: Nicole Sydney Seewald is a Midwest-based writer and lifelong lover of all things horror. They believe in the importance of art and storytelling in making sense of the world and ourselves. As a creative outlet from their day job, they've participated in several online writing events and exchanges (and enjoyed many different horror podcasts to pass the time!) "Surveillance" is their first published story.
MUSIC:
An Old Parlor Guitar by Rest You Sleeping Giant.
If You Can't Be The Sun, Be The Sun by Schemawound.
Zealot by Bajio Alvarado.
Time Travel Is Possible by Schemawound .
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CONTACT US: [email protected]
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