Show Notes
A car moves haltingly through the open road at night.
"Something in the Night" was written by Larissa Zageris.
Performed by Michelle Kelly, Lauren Grace Thompson, Ryan Philbrook and Danyelle Ellett.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Larissa Zageris is a writer, educator, and filmmaker from Midlothian, IL. She is the author of My Lady’s Choosing: An Interactive Romance Novel, For Your Consideration: Keanu Reeves, Taylor Swift: Girl Detective, and many comics, games, and scripts. Her short film Not Bloody Mary was a NYX Official Selection for their inaugural 13 Minutes of Horror Film Festival. It streamed on Shudder, and as part of India’s Wench Film Fest. When she isn’t writing scripts, she’s reporting on pop culture and local interest, including an Oral History of the Chicago Rat Hole for Thrillist.com.
Link to the original prose version of the story on Larissa’s website: https://www.larissazageris.com/new-blog/2023/8/25/something-in-the-night
https://www.larissazageris.com/
https://www.instagram.com/larissa_z/
MUSIC:
Lost on the Moon by Unheard Music Concepts.
Darkness by Three Chain Links .
Chromatic by Jim Hall.
Out in Bootes Void by Echo.
PATREON: Patreon.com/GoodPointe
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.
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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.