The Unaccounted For
Narrated Horror Anthology
It is cold. It is raining. It is dark.
You crank the engine, turn on the heat, and pull onto the road.
You've got a long ride ahead… and you've never been a fan of silence.
Frantically, you turn the radio volume up only to be met with suffocating static. A heavy downpour like this will do that.
Your unsteady fingers turn channels so fast they almost slip off the dial. You're looking for something. Anything to push out the static flooding your ears.
Then suddenly… a voice.
A greeting.
You should have chosen silence.
You crank the engine, turn on the heat, and pull onto the road.
You've got a long ride ahead… and you've never been a fan of silence.
Frantically, you turn the radio volume up only to be met with suffocating static. A heavy downpour like this will do that.
Your unsteady fingers turn channels so fast they almost slip off the dial. You're looking for something. Anything to push out the static flooding your ears.
Then suddenly… a voice.
A greeting.
You should have chosen silence.
