The Statement of Randolph Carter
Project Overview
Randolph Carter narrates his testimony about his friend, Harley Warren, an eccentric occultist with a forbidden book of cryptic knowledge. Drawn by their mutual fascination with the arcane, the two men venture into an ancient graveyard under the cover of night, where Warren descends into a mysterious underground crypt while Carter waits above. Communication between them is maintained through a telephone line as Warren discovers unspeakable horrors.
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A knowledgeable and obsessive occult researcher, Harley Warren is a pivotal character in The Statement of Randolph Carter. Driven by an insatiable curiosity about the forbidden and arcane, he leads the exploration into the cryptic underworld at the story's center. Warren is an enigmatic figure, radiating intelligence and confidence, but harboring a dangerous arrogance that blinds him to the risks of his pursuits.
- male adult
- american (southern)
- William F Buckley jr
- Confident charming domineering Southern gentry accent
(focused, almost dismissive) Of course you don’t. That’s the point, Carter. Places like this hold power. They’re untouched, primal.
(with a short laugh) Wrong? That’s just your nerves. You’ve always let your imagination run wild. Focus. We’re almost there.
(calm but focused) You’re letting your nerves get the better of you, Carter. Stay sharp. Tonight could change everything.
One of the detectives interrogating randolph Carter.
- american (southern)
- Sympathetic
- male adult
Mr. Carter, let’s go over this again.
Then let's establish what we know, your name is Randolph Carter, and you are from… (Notebook pages being flipped) Ark-Ham, Massachusetts. Correct?
And you are an associate of Mr. Harley Warren of Charleston South Carolina?
One of the detectives interrogating randolph Carter
- male adult
- cajun
(accusatory) Are you still claiming some kind of memory loss? What do ya call it… amnesia.
So you are saying that you have no memory of being picked up wandering along old cypress road?
Do you remember heading toward the Swamp along the Gainsborough Pike? We have a witness that put you and Warren there, last night, at around… um.. (flipping pages in the notebook)
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