Audition Notice – Fiction Short Story – PFH
Horror – Female/British Accent – Story Two


Story Title: The Retreat

Word Count: 17,500 Approx.

Rate: $250 PFH (payments via electronic bank transfer or check as preferred)
One Hour Minimum

Narrator Summary: Female, British, adult, 20-30 sounding.

Audio Required: Raw WAV, Punch & Roll.

Audition Deadline: June 16th, 2024

Full Recording Due: July 5th, 2024

Pickups: July 9th, 2024

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Audition Script

He shuffled in his seat, keeping one large hand on the wheel while his other fished around in his side pocket. Eventually, the man pulled out a business card with frayed edges. He passed it over. Annie looked at the name on the front.

‘Tim Pile.’

‘That’s me,’ he said, flashing a smile, and she noticed one of his side teeth was missing.

‘I might take you up on that, Tim,’ she said. ‘It would be nice to get out to eat for at least one night. I’m Annie, by the way.’

‘Pleased to meet you, Annie,’ Tim said. ‘You know how to reach me if you need me.’ He pointed to the card. ‘My number is on there. As you said, might be good to get out of the cabin at least once. Plus…’ He trailed off. Annie noticed a dark expression fall over his face.

‘What?’ Annie asked.

He took another beat. ‘Well, you can ring me any hour, is all I’m saying. If you need to, that is.’

He still looked troubled, which confused Annie. ‘Why would I need to, Tim?’

The man shuffled in his seat. ‘Well… let’s put it this way: you see anything… strange… up there, you just call me, understand? I’ll come get you straight away.’

Annie frowned. ‘Strange? What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean… alright, I don’t want to worry you, but though most people enjoy their stay, some people have told me… stories.’

‘What kind of stories?’ Annie asked with a cocked eyebrow.

‘You know. About hearing strange noises, seeing strange things. Things they can’t explain. A few of the punters were really shook up.’   

Annie stared hard at Tim, trying to work out if this was another deadpan joke, but his face gave nothing away. ‘Define… strange for me, Tim,’ she said. 

‘You probably wouldn’t believe me,’ Tim replied.

‘Probably not,’ Annie stated. ‘I mean, if you’re going to tell me the house is haunted, then no, I won’t believe it. I have no time for that kind of thing.’ She actually felt a small pang of relief. For a moment, she’d worried other guests had had trouble with strangers coming to the lodge to mess with them or something like that. Ghosts she could handle. 

Simply because there was no such thing.