The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 035 : The 1% (Chapter 1)

Episode Date: March 10, 2024

The first part in a series of tales of Dr. Allen Allship and his…peculiar practice.The 1%Written by E.Z. MorganNarrated by Lauren ClareStarring Mark Redfield as Dr.Allen AllshipAllison Cositt as The ReceptionistDee Quintero as Rebecca // BeckyLaura Mirsky as MommyTrevor Shand as Barryhttps://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3rixxx/the_1/https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3rsvl6/the_1_part_2_becky/Featuring Stephen Knowles as The Antique DealerTheme music by The Newton BrothersAdditional music by:CO.AG. ([e-mail])Creepy Music Box by Vivek AbhishekSUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook : https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram : https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Hello, my friend, and please, pardon our dust, or so they say. We're getting a leaky roof repaired today. That's the drawback of these historic buildings, always in need of a bit of a facelift from time to time. The item I have set aside for you is from a local gentleman who has performed more than just a few of those. The business card of one Dr. Allen Allship, the third, plastic surgeon. Why don't you relax on the operating table? For part one of a truly disturbing ordeal, I call the 1%. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass

on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk. These are some of the members of the inner circle of the Antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Justin Wood, Anthony White, Lindsay Fogel, Mike Taggatz, Charles Jones, Jada, Jess Arndt, Ryan F, and Jeremy Hernandez. We are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order. Go to the obsidian covenant.com to receive the sacrament. Now, where were we?

Yes. Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. To all ship loves his job. He works in a very clean, very white office. His front desk staff will look very similar. Thin white women with blonde hair, large breasts and pink lips. There are no plants or other living things. There are oblique paintings of women in different positions.

There are ceiling lights which give off a pink glow. His tile floors are spotless. He has nothing on the front of his office except a small plaque of his name and title, Dr. Alan Olship the Third, plastic surgeon. Dr. Tawkship is not a bad man. He smiles when it is appropriate. He laughs when it is expected. He is a family. He's a dog. He's good to both of them. He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, and doesn't use profane language. He's a small man, only five for six, with greying hair circling his head and ears. His father was a surgeon, as was his grandfather. He shares their profession and the profession. He shares their profession and

their name. And one more thing. The Allships have always had a peculiar aspect to their practice. Dr. Allship performs the typical procedures, liposuction, facelifts, Botox. He can do those in his sleep. This is 99% of his clientele. His patients rave about his work. They even throw in a good word about his bedside manner, as hard as it is for him. But this is not, Why he loves his job? He loves his job because of the 1%. His father said it is a calling. It is needed to make people extraordinary, to make them perfect.

His grandfather said they could not survive on fat housewives. They needed purity to excel, to be the best, to exceed or expectation. The 1% of especial patients, those who never even know there were patients until they're under the knife. Dr. Orshib is working on a 1% in his operating theatre. Number 1476. He is alone, except for his patient. He found her begging for change near the subway. She was truly disgusting. Her arms were covered in needle scars, and her hair was falling out in clumps. She had two fingernails missing. Her teeth looked like the crooked city skyline. She was sitting in her own piss, too high to even realize she was urinating.

She was perfect. Today he is shaving her feet. Not the hair on her feet, of course. She was so scared from shooting up between her toes that it's unlikely any hair could survive. No, Dr. Allen is shaving her skin down. He is making her a perfect size five. Dr. Allship likes odd numbers. Number 1476 can't move.

She's not strapped to a table, but she's been injected with a paralytic. It's a nifty tool because although she cannot move, she can still feel what's happening. The process is part of the transformation, as his father always said. She's actually propped up in a sitting position, eyes glued open. Dr. Orshipp likes his 1% to watch his magic happen. Number 1476 has been a good patient so far. She didn't scream too much when he brought her to the office. She probably thought he was going to pay her for sex.

He, of course, would never touch a patient in that way. He has a strict ethical code. She can't scream now, either, partially because of the paralytic and partially because he's unhinged her bottom jaw. The chin was just too rotten to save. Her tongue hangs out the hole where her jaw used to be. It makes a terrible noise when it slaps against her cheeks.

So Dr. Allship is wearing headphones. A calming bark piece echoes through his ears as he uses his grinder to flay away calloused flesh that was her feet. It's going well, the bones are coming apart easily enough. The blood is always an issue. But he has someone to clean up after he's finished. Her jewel is becoming a bit of a problem

as it drenches everything under her. But Dr. Orlship is very patient. He calmly wipes away the spit from his work, tilting her head back a bit. Number 1476 is being very cooperative. The operating theatre's phone begins to ring. This bothers Dr. Allship, who does not like to be interrupted. But he has nearly finished his work on her left foot. He clamps her vein to prevent her from bleeding out.

and reaches for the phone. Yes. It is one of his front desk staff. She explains that there is a client demanding to be seen. He hangs up. Becky is a client. She had approached him months ago about a rather odd procedure. She wanted her vocal cords, shade, so that she could sound younger.

When asked how young she would like to sound, she responded, nine. Dr. Allship, due to his respectability and profession, Specialism obliged her request and fulfilled the surgery. It was a success. But since then, she has been harassing him to perform more and more extreme procedures. First she wanted her breasts removed to resemble the chest of a child. He obliged her. Then she wanted all her body hair removed.

He obliged her again. Each time, she would enter his practice unannounced and demand to be seen immediately. But since she was such a little, loyal client. He allowed this behavior. Truthfully, he was also intrigued by her oddity. But at the moment, he is covered in the blood of number 1476. He is pleased with the shape of her new left foot and bandages it carefully. He planned to do both feet today, but the rights could wait until tomorrow. We've done good work today. Dr. Orlship tells Number 1416. You must keep off the foot for a few weeks, which shouldn't be a problem. Don't touch the bandaging, I would prefer not to have to break your hand again. But if you insist on scratching, I will be forced to make you yet another one.

He takes off his scrubs and washes his hands. He does not enjoy the messiness of surgery, but it is a necessary evil. He picks the phone back up. One of his front desk. staff answers. Number 1.45, please come in and get number one four, seven, six, and place her back in the den. I also need number 995 to come, clean up. Dr. Orschip hangs the phone up softly. He doesn't look back as he steps out of the Operation Theater. He closes the white door behind him. For the interruption, with all this racket, I can't even hear myself.

Thank you what? I'll let them know to knock it off for a bit so we can finish our story. Back in two shakes of a lamb's tale. The message. There's something in the fog. Now that we have a little peace and quiet, I believe the good doctor has another patient to attend to. Let's get back to it, shall we?

Becky was meeting this steamed doctor. She could barely control her giggles. Big Mr. Doctor Man was going to make her pretty. Everyone thinks he's the best, so he must be. She beened from ear to ear, leaping from her canopy bed. She sat down at her vanity. The pink mirror shone with twinkling lights. Pictures of her hung around the room like a living yearbook.

She looked at herself deep in the eyes. For a second she saw the 40-year-old in the reflection. Get out! She screamed, throwing her. pink brush at the mirror. The image was gone. She got herself ready. She pulled her long, blonde hair into two low pony towels. She pulled on her mini mouse underwear and training bra. The bra bit the sides of her chest, causing long red rashes along her rib cage. But the tiny yellow flowers on it were so pretty. Becky picked out her fluffiest pink dress and white ruffled socks.

She had to look her best for the doctor. She walked out of her room. Those sillies were always sleeping in. Rebecca! Velo voice came from one of the adjoining bedrooms. Becky giggled and flung the door open. Barry was on the bed, strapped down as usual. He had pooed himself in the night and the room smelled awful.

Barry was such a baby. He still wet the pit. I need help. Rebecca, please. Please. You're such a loser, Barry. Rebecca, no, seriously, seriously. I think my eye is infected, all right?

If you could just call them. I can't call anyone, silly. I'm only nine. She laughed at him again. Tears rolled down his face. Rebecca, please just talk to me normally. A polite manner suddenly turned dark. Rebecca was back.

This is my normal voice, Barry. And after today, Dr. Allship is going to make sure My voice is perfect. Rebecca left as quickly as she came. Her face instantly changed that of a carefree little girl. Well, silly, you know you're not allowed outside. Mommy and Daddy said so. Barry kept crying.

He was such a cry, baby. I'll call Mommy and to clean you up, loser. She went to his bedside. I'm also going to take your credit card because it's not like you can use it. She laughed harder as Barry's face fell again. She sneered at him and stuck a pink painted fingernail into his eye socket. He screamed. She couldn't stop laughing.

You're getting your blood all over me. Bedwetter? Mummy scrambled up the stairs. Mr. Shore? Becky turned dark again and glad. Rebecca didn't like it when the maid forgot her place. Mommy, what did you say? She pushed her fingernail and deeper.

Mommy cleared her throat. So sorry, Rebecca. I mean Becky. I was just coming in to see if your... Brother. Yes, of course. I was coming to see if your brother needed me. Becky removed her fingernail as Barry kept twailing.

He needs his diaper changed like a little loser. I'll wash my hands and then Daddy can drive me to the doctor. She's kept past Mommy into the bathroom. She washed her hands grinning as the red stuff came off, her pretty nails. She looked up and called a glimpse of the 40-year-old again in her reflection. She screamed at the mirror. The image disappeared. Daddy drove her to the doctor. He didn't talk much. That was fine. Rebecca rambled on in the car about how excited she was for school and how pretty her new voice would be. When they reached the office, she kissed Daddy on the

cheek. He only recoiled a little. She strode into the office blinking at the stark whiteness of the scene. Two women sat behind a desk. They looked eerily similar. Becky said in her most sing-song voice, You don't have an appointment. The woman locked eyes with her. Her tone was sweet but flat.

I don't need an appointment. I need to see the doctor. Becky can feel the darkness growing again. Rebecca stared at the blonde lady in front of her. They thought they were so much better. and her. Ma'am, I am not a man. I am a little girl.

Rebecca closed her fist tightly, but let go just as suddenly. Becky was back with her sunshine grin. The woman behind the desk looked at each other, each broke into a slow smile. One turned to her. I'll get Dr. Allship immediately.

And what is your name, little girl? The words little girl fell off her tongue like spoiled milk. Becky only had to wait. half an hour for an appointment with the doctor. She was led into his private examination room. She thought he would be taller and more handsome, but he was just a tiny little man with a big desk. He didn't smile. What can I do for you? Becky felt Rebecca come out of a darkness.

Rebecca took a deep breath. I need you to make my voice younger. The doctor had no effect to his voice. He looked briefly from Rebecca to the pad of paper on his desk, but wrote nothing. Becky tried to answer, but Rebecca pushed her down. I had a happy childhood, Doctor. My parents loved me. They gave me everything. They, they died when I was young. How did they die?

Dr. Allship sounded genuinely interested. Becky burst through. An accident! I didn't mean to! I was only playing with Daddy's gun and... Enough! Rebecca put a hand over her own throat. After they died,

things were not happy anymore. more. I would like to go back to those happy times. She pulled out Barry's credit card. I am prepared to pay whatever you would like. My husband has a trust fund that is limitless. Dr. Orlshipp took the card from her hand, reading the name slowly. And what age would you like to sound like, Mrs. Shaw? Becky. Rebecca let go and Becky came out, bubbling back to the light. I'm nine. I want to sound like I'm nine. Dr. Olship smiled for the first time.

That should be a simple vocal cord shave. Will your husband be available to take care of you during your recovery? Becky laughed. That's what I pay Mommy and Daddy for. To be content. Thank you for your patronage. Hope you enjoyed your new relic as much as I've enjoyed passing along its sordid history. It does come with our usual warning, however.

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Till next time, we'll be waiting for you whenever you close your eyes. In the space between sleep and dream. During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, only for you, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lod 035, the 1%. Chapter 1, written by E. Z. Morgan, narrated by Lauren Clare, starring Mark Redfield as Dr. Alan Allship, Allison Cossett as the receptionist. D. Quintero as Rebecca and Becky. Laura Mierski as Mommy.

Trevor Shand as Barry. Featuring Stephen Knowles as the antique dealer. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. Additional music by Coag and Vivek Abyshech. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod. Call the Antiquarium at 646-481-7197.