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uncomfortable listening for I suspect a lot of people. Please proceed aware.

Sudapod episode 700. Please proceed aware. AIDOPOD, episode 707, June 12, 2020. This week's story, Cry Baby by PR Dean. D. Hello everyone.

Welcome to Sudapod The Weekly Horror Podcast.

I'm Alistair, your host, and this week's story comes with from PR Dean.

It's a Sudapod original too.

P. R. Dean is a writer from Brisbane, Australia.

He has written plays, musicals, opera, librettos, and the occasional short story.

Your reader for this story is our very own Scott Campbell. So, without further ado and without making

eye contact with the people at the other end of the street, we have a story for you, and we're terrified. It's true Cry Baby by PR Dean narrated by Scott Campbell.

The lights came up abruptly.

Audience members shifted in their seats and whispered and shocked voices.

No one laughed. After a moment someone stood up, and then one by one people rose to their feet,

adopted a neutral expression, and waited patiently for those

in front of them to move. Leon felt depressed by the harsh fluorescent light. The world of the

film, with its deep shadows and French r vowels still clung to his sensibilities.

He hunched down in the seat and shaded his eyes against the glare.

His hand was shaking. He wanted to leave the moment the credits began to roll, but Haley had glared at him as though he was transgressing some long-standing film festival behavior code.

What did it matter? Dozens had walked out during the screening. Part of him

wanted to curl up into a ball and not think about anything. The other part just

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