Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to nocturnal transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales, both old and new, performed by voice artist, Kristen Holland.

This episode will be sharing with you another travel-sized story, as it were.

Hope you don't mind these occasional shorter pieces, gentle listener. I think there's a lot

to be said for a succinct morsel of dark fantasy every once in a while. Don't be deceived by

this one's brevity. It will stick with you for a long time after it finishes.

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no matter which way we turned.

No matter which way we turned.

No matter which way we turned the girl, she didn't have a face.

There was hair in front and hair in the back.

Only saying which was the front and which was the back was impossible.

I got Jim Slip to look on one side and I looked from the other,

and the other members of the lodge just tried to hold her gently or not so gently in place.

But no matter how we looked or held her, the face just wasn't there.

Her mother was screaming, blaming us, but what could we do about it? We were not to blame. There was nothing we could have

done. It was Verl Kram who got the idea of calling out to the sky, calling out after the lights

as they receded, to tell them to come back and take her.

You've taken half of her, he shouted.

You've taken the same half of her twice.

Now, goddamn, have the decency to take the rest of her.

Some of the others joined in, but they didn't come back.

None of them.

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