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Welcome to Tremorphonic audio stories.

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is a collection of original horror stories presented in audio format.

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Today's story, The Stone Crescent, was written

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as a product of passion and is entirely free to listen to.

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Keep an eye out for upcoming Tremorphonic stories

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and our growing range of ways to find and support us.

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This is The Stone Crescent As I once traversed uncharted lands I chanced upon a fateful stage,

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set at the foot of looming crags a sparse expanse laying secret.

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As I peered over an outcropped rise before me lay a flattened yet furtive curve,

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upon which stood blackened figures, seven of stone, neatly placed as if to judge my fate.

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As I peered closer still I spied their unmoving gate, each one fixed in captured motion set,

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yet leaping as if not touching ground, soles lifted from their prints.

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I stood and peered in closer still.

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Figures, humanoid I thought, danced, immobile but lifelike, as then they looked, at once, to me.

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I stood, not moving, had they seen? I froze so as to cause no stir.

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I stood as still as time held them and yet they looked.

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I called in case my mind was wrong. I called, not loudly but in caution,

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a simple word, a greeting only, no means to be misunderstood.

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And with that call, a silent stare from them to me and me to them.

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I felt their piercing gaze, all at once, it felt like burning.

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I knelt in disbelief and pain, I knew this agony wasn't real, how could it be?

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I knelt, and doubled, as I raised my head to look,

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to see how staring stones could inflict such startling agony. The field stood empty.

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No figures humanoid or other, no stones of any stature to be seen

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as if their purpose was fulfilled. My pain was their lot.

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Unless my mind in weakness bent, unless a mirage here pretended,

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is this how madness feels? Is pain my penance?

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As this I pondered in disbelief, I felt a chill,

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such that it seemed, a cold touch of metal, no, of stone.

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I reeled and staggered, stunned. Hunchbacked,

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heavy set and broad, no head, just sheer visage on black volcanic glass.

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It stood over me, limb outstretched in offering, an offer of peace or peril?

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As I cowered in shock I knew this all must end and now. Open mouthed, I gasped

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and uttered but a breath as like a clouded night I fell into darkness.

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I woke upon the flattened curve, no stones or stares, no fear. Relief filled me as I spied the

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outcropped rise but then I saw. There I stood upon the rise, yet here I stand looking up. I stare,

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I try to move and yet cannot, I feel my feet, I feel my soul, lifted.

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Six figures stand beside me, each one a duplication of the last, six of stone and I

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make seven. We look, at once, to me!

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Thank you for listening to The Stone Crescent presented by Tremorphonic.

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The Stone Crescent was written, performed,

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recorded and edited by Richard Wilson with music samples from Fesliyan Studios.

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Don't forget to keep an eye out for our upcoming

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stories and our growing range of ways to find and support us.

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We hope you join us again for another Tremorphonic presentation.