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Beating Hearts (Audio Script)
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After a long day at work, a moonlit detour through the cemetery becomes perilous when she’s attacked by a shadowy, unseen force. Just as darkness threatens to claim her, she is saved by the enigmatic Alexander. In the subsequent days, she is consumed by dreams of this mysterious man. Against her better judgment, she’s drawn back to the cemetery, driven not just by the desire for him, but also by a need to untangle the supernatural web she’s inadvertently found herself in. Stranger Sex romantic Audio ✅ Halloween Special ✅ Audio Sex Story ✅ Vampire Audio Porn ✅ Spooky Audio ✅ Outdoor Sex ✅ Sexy Swedish Accent
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Walking through the cemetery at night… probably not the smartest decision I’ve ever made.
It’s nice, though.
Peaceful.
A little creepy, definitely, but… I actually don’t mind it.
I don’t know why people find it so unappealing.
It’s just a park.
A park filled with dead bodies, but…
I’d rather walk through the cemetery late at night than through the streets, if I’m being honest.
And whatever, it’s the fastest way to get to the bus station from the hospital.
It’s cold tonight… like biting wind cold.
Autumn is definitely in full swing.
I should probably start digging out all of my cold weather jackets—
What was that?
Okay, I take it back.
Cemeteries are creepy.
It was probably just an animal…
Shit…
How close am I to the gate?
Looks like I’m… right in the middle of the cemetery.
So, yeah, I’m just going to hurry my ass up…
A chill suddenly goes through me.
And not from the cold.
I feel like… like something’s following me.
I look over my shoulder, but… there’s no one.
I’m… yeah, I’m going to run.
“Oh my god, oh my god…”
I can’t—I can’t see anyone…
there’s nothing.
But something definitely pushed me.
What the hell is going on?
Just… have to get to the gate…
My vision is going dark… everything… getting blurry…
No…
I have to… stay awake…
The last thing I see before darkness envelops me is a man… running towards me…
and for some reason… I feel… safe…
The world slowly comes back into focus.
What…. Where am I…?
I’m in… a bed.
Somewhere dark.
Cold.
What is this place?
“Relax.
Do not try to move.”
You’re suddenly standing at the side of the bed…
like, you appeared out of thin air.
You must have just been standing there… outside of my vision or… something…
“Please.
You should continue resting.”
“Who are you?”
“You are safe now.”
“Not what I asked.”
“My name is Alexander.”
“And where am I?”
“My home.
In the cemetery.
Not far from where you were attacked.”
“You live in the cemetery?”
“In the caretaker’s quarters.”
“Are you… the caretaker?”
“You could say that.”
Everything is a little… fuzzy, but I’m clear-headed enough to recognize when someone is dodging my questions.
But… I guess you did save my life, so… I’m not going to complain.
For now.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“Um… there was…
I was just cutting through the cemetery to get home.
Someone… something attacked me…”
“Yes.
You tripped as you were running and hit your head.”
I lift a hand to my head and… yeah.
There’s already a knot forming.
“What was it?
That was not a person, it was like—like a shadow—”
“It doesn’t matter.
You’re safe now.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Do you not believe it to be true?”
“I’ve been awake for about fifteen seconds, so I’m really not sure yet.”
“You should drink some water.”
You move to the bedside table on my left and pour water from a silver carafe into a glass.
Now that I’m looking around, this whole room looks like it came straight out of the 1800s.
I guess you… collect antiques or… something.
I watch your face as you pour and… your eyes.
They’re… gray, like there’s no color to them at all.
It’s not just your home that feels out of place.
There’s something… odd about you.
Something… different.
“Here.”
“No offense, but… I just woke up in a stranger’s bed, and taking a drink from one seems like the next best way to end up dead.”
“Oh.
Right, of course.
Well… I’m afraid I don’t have much else here in the way of provisions.”
“That’s okay. I’m fine, really.
I just… got the wind knocked out of me.
I’m Charlie.
By the way.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
I only wish we’d met under more pleasant circumstances.”
“Yeah.
Well… thank you.
For… whatever you did.”
“It’s, unfortunately, not very safe here at night.”
“Yeah, clearly.
I guess next time I’ll try to make a daytime appearance.”
“Were you visiting someone’s grave?”
“Um… not exactly.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry.
It was just an observation.
Not many people come here to grieve at night.”
“I work nearby, so I thought I would just cut through on my way to the bus stop.
I guess I need to look into some self-defense if I’m going to keep doing that.”
“Well, as I said, I live on the grounds.
So, if you do make it a habit of being attacked, I can make it a habit of attempting to save you.”
You… are… so strange.
And you must be older than you look.
By appearance alone, I would guess you’re in your mid-30s, maybe, but…
It’s not just your home that feels out of place.
There’s something… odd about you.
Something… different.
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