The following is a story I narrated for the Auditory Anthology podcast a few months ago.

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Teals from the Blue Line, number five. No Way Out.

The abandoned building loomed ahead.

Its cracked windows and crumbling facade barely visible through the late afternoon haze.

David, the producer, wasn't phased.

He'd filmed in places like this before.

Creepiness was good for ratings.

All right, let's get moving. We've got a tight schedule,' David said, as the crew unloaded

their gear from the van. Kara, the lead camera woman, rolled her eyes at David's constant push

for efficiency. Lucas, the sound technician, was humming to himself, pretending not to notice how the old

building set to chill down his spine.

"'This place gives me the creeps,' Lucas muttered.

His voice low enough that only Rebecca, the junior producer, could hear him.

She smiled nervously, trying to hide her own on ease.

This was her first big gig with the team, and she wasn't about to let on that the building

made her skin crawl.

"'It'll be fine,' Rebecca whispered back.

"'It's just an old building.'

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