Postponed -Sinister — a Scripted Silhouettes Halloween audio story
Project Overview
A psychologist with an unusual practice: her patients are ghosts. One by one, they sit on her love seat: a Spartan soldier, a girl from a witch-hunting town, a Lowell mill girl, a Venetian tobacco worker, and a Mississippi grandmother, and tell her how they died. Each time she offers the obvious explanation. Each time, they say no.
Dark, moving, a little funny, and true to history. About 20–25 minutes. Releasing for Halloween on Spotify, YouTube, and Patreon. Written and produced by Diane Black.
Pay: Flat rate per role, listed below, paid on delivery via PayPal, plus credit and a link to your page in every episode description.
Audition deadline: October 11. Lines due October 20.
Rights: Recording may be used on Spotify, YouTube, and Patreon, including behind-the-scenes material on Patreon.
Content: Death, historical violence, institutionalization, and some strong language.
How to audition: MP3 or WAV, no music or effects, role name in the file name. Clean, quiet room, please.
Male, 20s–30s. A proud Spartan hoplite who died at the Battle of Mantinea, 418 BC. Grave, controlled, and holding his head up even when it costs him. No accent required; dignity is the note.
- male young adult
- male adult
(proud, measured) "I am Theron of Sparta. I was in the Battle of Mantinea, 418 BC. I wanted them to know me as courageous."
(quieter, the memory hurting) "But in the crush, a body remembers what it is. My shield came away from the man beside me. Just a hand's width. That was all it took."
(Looking up, not unkind) "I think you already know."
Female, sounds 16–19. A sheltered country girl from Essex, England, 1645, during the witch hunts. Sweet, a little curious, and devastating in how plainly she tells it. English accent preferred.
- english
- female young adult
- female teen
(warm, a little shy) "My parents moved us to the woods when I was three years of age. They didn't let me out much. I knew those woods like the back of my hand."
(steady, then breaking at the end) "He said if I floated, I was a witch. If I sank, I was innocent. They pushed me into the river. I could hear my mother's screams before I went under." (beat) "I sank."
(quiet, far away) "I'm fine. I just wish I knew what happened to my mother."
Female, sounds 15–19. A nervous mill girl from Lowell, Massachusetts, 1846, the eldest of six, sending her wages home. Fidgety, apologetic, always afraid she's in trouble. American.
- female young adult
- female teen
(nervous, stumbling) "My name is Lydia... Lydia from Massachusetts. I worked in the Lowell mills in 1846."
(pleading, almost to herself) "I really did do my best to keep up. I really did, I promise."
(soft, the last memory) "The mill noise silenced my screams. No one could hear me... The last thing I remember was asking Mary how much money I'd sent home that week."
Female, 30s–50s. A loud, warm, sassy tabacchina from Venice, 1894, who smokes cigars and cuts everyone off. Funny right up until she isn't. Italian speaker or fluent ear strongly preferred; she slips into Italian for little words like cara, tesoro, grazie.
- female adult
- italian
- italian american
(bursting in, charming) "Scusi! Is this the office for the doctor? Oh, grazie! Rosa of Venice. 1894. Write that down, cara."
(proud, cheeky) "Then they took my picture. And let me tell you, I gave them my good side."
the joke drops) "When my husband finally came to visit, he said I'd only be there a month." (beat) "I was there twenty-two years."
Female, 60s–80s. A warm Southern grandmother, born in Mississippi in 1925. Gentle, teasing, and tougher than she looks. Real Southern voice preferred.
- african american southeren
- american (southern)
- female senior
(teasing, warm) "Oh no, you don't want those kinds of problems, deary."
(correcting herself, sweetly) "My name is Betty, from Mississippi, 1925. Born in 1925."
((quieter as she remembers, ends brave) "From that day on, I got quiet. I spent the rest of my life trying to be normal. Wondering if I was born wrong, or if everyone else was right. (beat) Oh no, love, don't feel sorry for me. I made it through."
Female, 30s–40s, African American. A calm, warm psychologist whose patients happen to be dead. She also narrates the story in first person. Gentle and patient with every ghost, dry and a little funny when she's alone. The role lives in how she listens: never rushed, never shocked.
- english
- female adult
(narrating, relaxed) "Placing the recorder on the table, I pressed record, as always. I took my place in the chair on the other side of the room."
(gentle, patient, never pushing) "Do you think you were careless, Lydia?" (beat) "Do you think it was because they rushed you?" (beat) "What was it, Lydia?" (alone, dry, to herself) "Hmph. Cotton."
(to an empty room, softly) "Yes, ma'am."
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