As The Raven Dreams Podcast - "A Fool Was I Who Let The Wolf In" by Genus_Menura | Nevermore Storytime

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Starting point is 00:00:25 Today's story is, A fool was I who let the wolf in. By Genus Minera. The night was withering fast, and my cognition didn't care much for it. Despite it being only 9 p.m., my eyelids were dropping and heavy like hereditor's cat. I performed my nightly routines. Half hours worth of work in an hour is all I can get lately.

Starting point is 00:00:54 I know my family watches TV late into the night, but it's never too loud, so it doesn't bother me. As the night grew older, my tired eyes met no slumber. I lay motionless in my bed, working all too hard. to expel thought from my mind when I heard my mother query a chilling question. Did you hear that? The words were slurred by the chocolate in her gums, but the fear was ever apparent in my mother's voice. Yo, I think there's a dude on the lawn. This voice was Shirley Andrews, her southern partner.

Starting point is 00:01:34 Should we call the cops? To hear fear in a mother's voice is the most good. gut-wrenching feeling, yet I persisted in my complacency. Surely enough, my elder brother had emerged from his room to assess the situation. I had now abandoned any hope for sleep and was listening attentively as I perched in the corner of my bed. My kin babbled for a while on what should be done of the man, who I could gather to be elderly, draped in robes with a sway and twitch in his stance, talks went from violence to police intervention, but they ultimately settled on a calm conversation with them before anything was to be done.

Starting point is 00:02:15 The door was unlatched and set back in a creek in the wall, and for a moment they all seemed to stand motionless in the doorway in anticipation for something. Then came the most ear-piercing silence. It was like every sound I had ever heard had been in that moment removed from existence. It was enough to make me jump and begin, aspiring with all my pores, and find myself with my upper arms over the sides of my head. After a while, I had gotten semi-used to it, and could hear the pants and heaves of my family, which showed both that they had felt it too and that it was not a silence at all.

Starting point is 00:02:57 Then, I experienced the most gutterly horrifying sentence ever to offend my ears. What the fuck is that? It was the shaken voice of my mother. If voices could be personified, this one would be a fatless, skeletal child whimpering for her mother's bosom. Then I was left with the draft, the ungodly ringing in my ears, and worst of all, my thoughts. I was tense in anticipation. For what I was waiting for, I did not know, but if it meant that moment was to end, it would be a gift from the heavens. What I was given was, in fact, more likened to a vexed.

Starting point is 00:03:39 from the devil. Did you hear that? My mother, in the same chocolate-smacked voice, and with the same subsequent response. My mind was set into a cacophony of confusion, each occurring moment bringing forth another question that I did not care to answer. What happened to the old man? Why are they repeating themselves? When did they come back inside?

Starting point is 00:04:04 With each question, I daren't ask another. Yet they came without permission. I lay in wait as the silence grew louder, and the conversation repeated itself with shortening intervals between each repetition. This was until I finally decided in myself to do something, for even death was better than the nightless hell of this moment. What are you guys on about? My voice was surprisingly loud. I hadn't used it in a while, and the theme of the night the next event was increasingly confusing and horrifying. was to the, the, the, the, the, the, Aden to the door, and, well, I see no in the, no sounds are sound.

Starting point is 00:04:52 You are surely your, shut up. If the even non-inflicted and indiscernible voice was not so unsettling, it would have been funny. I had lost all thought or reason, and I began to. sob. All cohesive explanation for what had occurred outside my room was utterly shattered. What the fuck do you want with me? We will, we and to send garrison marmalade. We will want you to come clean and do the dirty dish soap. It was my mother's voice, stern and civil as it always was. speaking so perfectly with horrible broken grammar. I could not shake the thought at the back of my mind, itching like an ulcer.

Starting point is 00:05:45 That's not your family. That's something else. As much as I loathed the thought, I knew it to be true, but the question of the something brought new and unholy questions to my mind. I resolved in my heart that I would open the door, as the devil's beckons were far better than God's strength. I wrote a final note. If I wasn't wasn't to survive, made a final prayer and gripped the doorknob. It was cold and shook as I turned it. The whine of the hinges, even more apparent than usual. An unforgivingly dark hallway was all I was met with. Yet the voices persisted.

Starting point is 00:06:26 You, your, you came to our, it wound not, please the end. With the final words trailing into wispy nothings, I was full. finally met with my end. An idolin most illegic appeared from the laundry and bent the hall around it as it approached me, lashing the ripples that framed its phosphorescent borealis. I could see a face with the light emergent in the form. There was a face that resembled a memory. It resembled all memories, all faces, all things. It was death in her purest form. come with the promise of peace. So naive was I to believe that the ideas of life and death

Starting point is 00:07:14 meant anything to the great mimic. I exist now as a mantra of demons, the fool of gods. I am the wolf's third pig that let him in. I purchased a false tabernacle that led me not to warm freedom but to bitter truth. I shall dwell in this cold, unseeing room for an eternity past aeon.

Starting point is 00:07:36 for that is the damnation of the devil's listener. Purgatory has a viewer, and she is the grandiose mimic. Satan. Hey there, friends, I hope you enjoyed this fantastic short story. This was once again a full was I who let the wolf in. By Janus Minera from Cryosleep. A fantastic little story.

Starting point is 00:08:07 I know it's a little shorter than my normal stuff, but I thought it was deserving of its own video because of how well written it was. So thank you again. Thank you to everyone who watches this video and thank you to everyone who doesn't watch the video, I guess. I don't know. I don't know who else to think at this point.

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As The Raven Dreams Podcast - "A Fool Was I Who Let The Wolf In" by Genus_Menura | Nevermore Storytime

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