Narrators of all genders, identities, and backgrounds welcome.

This anthology features dark fiction, so we want to hear your ability to guide the listener's emotions--whether the appropriate emotion is dread, shock, horror, terror, or disgust.

Please audition with the following excerpt:

I swallowed down a flood of nerves and stood. Walking home sounded miserable, but no way would I call my roommate and beg her to save me. 

If Jerry had offered me a ride, I might have taken him up on it, but Leo? I’d just met Leo.

I turned for the door, walking straight on my bare feet.

Leo stood up beside me, one hand reaching for me. “Hey, hey, where are you—”

“Sharon’s coming to get me.” The lie felt easy on my lips. “You two have a good night.”

Jerry grunted behind me. “Keys’ll be here for you tomorrow.”

I waved back at him, pretending his voice didn’t sound disappointed. Pretending he didn’t sound annoyed.

“Night. See you next time, maybe?” Leo’s voice followed me out the door. “Nice talking to you!”

I made it to the edge of the parking lot, out of view of the Goodnight’s front door. The lamp post caught me as I turned to look back. Neither man had followed me outside. Not yet.

The woods beckoned, so I took a hard left into the deeper darkness and walked on autopilot. No way could I walk home. Not right now. I could barely stand, and all of us in that bar had seen it. 

When I fell down against a tree, I forced myself upright and leaned my head back. Staring into the dark, willing myself back awake.

Somewhere behind me, the bar door opened and shut again. Voices sounded out, a muffled staccato of annoyance. Anger, even.

My eyes closed, listening. Heart speeding, I wondered if they’d follow me into these woods.