Everyone’s voice sounds different to our own ears. Something about the way the sound resonates in the air around us versus inside our own skulls. Or maybe it’s the way your voice feeds through technology, breaking down into sets of wavelengths as it becomes digitized and fed back through television…
“Come on, Mary. I’m sure someone in there will be able to help us call a taxi. What could go wrong?” Creepy cabin adapted from image from Collin Peterson Photography.
Even though you know the cord has been ripped from the wall, you still answer the phone when it rings. Bad idea.
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Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
