« Full Body Chills

Beyond a Shadow

2022-10-06 | 🔗

A story of an investigation riddled with doubts and obscured by shadows.

Beyond a Shadow

Written by Claudia Neaves

You can read the original story and view the episode art at fullbodychillspodcast.com.

This is an unofficial transcript meant for reference. Accuracy is not guaranteed.
Hi listeners, I'm ashley flowers in did. You know that most of our stories are written by fans. If you want to submit your story, email us at full body, chills at audio, chuck, dot, com for more details and exclusive content. Followers on instagram at full body, chills pod. This episode of full body chills is presented to you by jean see. Don't let your health Well, this routine, be so vanilla, say goodbye to boring and land and say hello to exciting flavors and solutions from jean see that you actually be excited to take every day like their girl scout cookies. Inspired cocoanut karma flavour protein bar. You ve got to be kidding me with how good this takes. So even when I'm keeping to my fitness,
health routine. A kind of feels like an cheating since nineteen thirty five gnp has been the authority in health and wellness and has everything you need to keep your routine fresh from multi vitamins to incredible pre, work out, flavoured and clinically proven protein powder so to make your routine anything but vanilla, shot. Now at your local gnp store or at g and see dotcom, that's g and see dot com. This episode was produced with audio effects in full surround sound for the best experience we kindly command. You listen with headphones high listeners, I'm david wheeler and I have a story. I want to tell you a story: An investigation, riddled with doubts and obscured by shadows, so gather round and listen.
MR caraway would never admit just how uncomfortable he felt in the house Y know that would only fuel the rumours already circulating among townspeople rumors we're like a fungus or some other contagion spreading from person to person took was for one to say they had a niche before the whole town started scratching. There was please enough, oddity about the house and the tired little woman that lived there without. Mr caraway, adding to the mass
if MR caraway was uncomfortable in the cramped countryside home Then lilla nettles was quite the opposite to comfortable. In fact, given the gravity of their interview, summer was fast approaching. The days stretching longer languid lazy, but even so lilla snuggled into her worn arm, chair and wrapped her knit throw blanket more tightly around her shoulders. Her knees, were drawn up to her chest and she clutched one steaming mug of t close to her face like the little china cup could chase the chill from her bones. It wasn't just her who felt the chill in the house Mr caraway was grateful for the small bit of warmth billowing from his own cup. Yes, summer was fast approaching, but the house was dark and damp. It's the saddam's leyla had explained dreamily as she curled further into them
dude couch cushions, don't you see them? Mr caraway had noticed the shadows but had a trip, Did them to the dusty window. Panes and yellowing gauzy curtains upon entering the house. He wiped the rim of the mug down as inconspicuously ass. He could, with his shirt sleeves before taking a sip. He shivered the tea was dark like the looming shadows of the house and even more so bitter. He set the mug down on the floor as there was no uncluttered surface in the home treat his pen and paper from his satchel. Do you feel like talking today, while he asked liner was to invite the man inside for their weekly chance but slow to respond once settled more off, she would talk about the cats.
things. They said to her when they emerged from their pretentious perches among the shadows. Smiling she pondered. She seldom looked him in the eyes when they spoke. She usually just looked over his shoulder. when MR caraway turned to see what she was so fixated on. He had seen nothing but dusty shells of her unmet bookcase. I don't want to hear about the cats he huffed when he had first started seeing her mister caraway had listened with great care to each of her stories, imagined or not hoping to make sense of her fantastical ramblings. He wrote them down drawings. Thick black lines between the description of the cat and its intended message, but with each passing weak MR caraway grew less and less patient with her delusions. Please live. I came here to talk about Liddy. He expected us
reaction, which was usually lillis response to the mention of her daughter, but she nodded excitedly. Instead. Yes, yes, that's exactly like a cat told me the smiling why I was sitting right
they're reading my book here she gestured to a large black volume with a coat of dust and grime so thick it was obvious. It had not been touched, let alone read in several years. He sauntered up to me quite proud of himself. It was the black line. Remember I told you he's a bhagwan Martinez here, like he's building modifying battles really given his age, I imagine he was involved in some of the great battles in his own realm. You know I've seen him get into scraps before with the tabi. He travels with. She waved her hand as if retracting her statement, I'm not saying their enemies. On the contrary, really, I think from scratch. He could have been darling. Friends at one point ran and scratch. That's what I call them you know so much time has passed and the history between them
why I forgotten MR caraway frowned. He had been told numerous times by his superiors to let this go. There is simply no story here and if there was, it was hidden by an identical layer of dust and mildew in limas fragile, mind Every time he entered the house. He felt hope that today would be the day he cracked into some detail, never before discovered and every time he left. He felt more like a fool, a fool covered in dust and mould and cat here. What did brand tell you about Liddy, as he and her. This seemed to be like those most favorite delusion the idea that the cap to crawl between the shadows in her house held the secret wherever of her missing child labour eyes met his in us.
In turn of her head that newly knocked the wind out of him Steady and focused was her amber I'd gaze. It looked as though she was finally seeing him for the first time what he found her. He found her shadow. This wasn't the first time lilac mentioned the ancient realm of which she knew play t of seemingly fabricated, lore and legend, but it was the first time she had indicated that Liddy could be found there. MR caraway wondered if that could be considered progress, an inkling of an idea about where Liddy could be found. What does that mean for her? He asked openly perhaps it could be considered progress if the shadow realm meant death or finality something concrete to leyla
I thought, but lila shook her head. Somberly still locked into his eyes means we must help her travel to the shadow. Realm, bind the beasts that hold her hostage and bring her home. Her words were laced with drama her voice. Tremble, then just as abruptness, her sudden focus came the sudden withdrawal to self she settled back. against the couch and sipped delicately at her tea. Her eyes wandered briefly before landing hazily at the bookshelf. Behind MR caraway tea. She asked saw MR caraway side. Looking down at his empty notebook, she was gone again. We had tea. He said
wearily bending at the waist to retrieve his discarded cup. His hand came back empty where he had once placed a tea cup was now just a blank space on the floor, when MR caraway mentioned to her, that he had misplaced. His cup lie low wage, her hand, airily, I'm sure it's just been lost, the shadow was again and the visit was over. The following week, MR caraway approached the small house with the familiar of feeling of dread. He often have before these chats. he expected to find her lounging in her favorite spot on the couch mousy dry.
And muttering something about fetching the cattle for tee, but on this particular day she met him at the door. She bounced up. him with a jubilant squeal nearly knocking him down and grabbed his hand, pulled him into the shadowy house without preamble, mister Carlyle. She said Mr caraway immediately noticed her change in appearance. There had been an attack made on her tragically unruly dishwater blonde hair had seemed to be a flushed pink to her cheeks and lips were last week. There had been none, he thought he might smile, but there was something behind braided, hair and a blush that smacked of something sinister, something like fear. Mister caraway thought he came to me. Mr caraway, he came to me last night in a vision, as vivid as I have ever had he met
realized from the shadows and stood here just where you are standing now he held me in his arms He told me that Liddy was safe. Mr caraway bling back surprise. So different already was. This counter he was having difficulty tracking the conversation. He, I have been a number of people as far Mr caraway new life had never had a husband lay there must have been a father to Liddy, but if he were still in the picture, Lilla never mentioned him who lie le beamed gushing with an amorous swell little king. Of course, king. the shadow round, when MR caraway was silent. She continued her arms gesture, about the room wildly ass. She spoke
Two caraway noted the pale blue sleeves of her gown fluttering ass. She moved the color, the sky at dawn. The blue fabric was easily the most colorful thing in the room she had stop for him. Mister caraway thought not for himself, but for the king. I was sitting here, brown was curled in my lap. His hair was standing straight up. I thought he was cold cold. wondering so long in the realm, but when he let out a hideous his I realized he was afraid there, right there from the shadows he came, he was dead in a long black coat black as night. He spoke whole house shock. He said he had found Liddy. She was small and
aired cradled in the arms of the monster who had found her see she wandered into the shadows. She hadn't to at all. He took her to his castle. She is there now living like a. Says she has he gowns and tiaras, and the most viewed dolls, even dolls, silk dress. She saw I'll there. Mr caraway shit, with him. She never wants to come home, so he I here to me her head. Dipped demure and she flushed further reddening her already pink cheeks? He invited me to start with them as his queen. Oh, MR caraway, isn't it wonderful? It didn't sound wonderful
It sounded terrifyingly like the danger of her delusions was worsening. She didn't understand, didn't have capacity to understand just how horrible this was for her. His face was born, while his eyes were pools of fire sign. My book He said in a gravelly voice, sign your name in my book and I will take your soul to the realm I have created for you and your child, the huska colder. When he spoke, the cats ran scurrying in fear from their dark master. I did sign. I have spoke here. She turned and picked up the giant black bound volume, opening it through seeing the book into mister kara ways face she had opened.
to a random page. The word at the top was fallacy. He could have laughed She had scrawled her name and blushed ink at the bottom of the page. He flipped through the pages Finding her name hastily etched on each page lie le nettles lie le nettles, lilla and Liddy nettles MR caraway felt a sickening chill crawl up his spine. The same sort of chill he had experienced during his first visit, when Lilla had mentioned the shadows in her house, strange obsession with them. This is a family home. She had explained Her great grandmother used to read taro here for the ladys of the town, taro and tea leaves
women walked for miles to find their fortunes in the bottom of one of mrs nettles teacups. She had finished reading one sunny day when men from the town broke down her door alike, one day asking in the morning sunny hung swing. from the tree by the river behind her house by nightfall. That's when this Shadows came while I had said the shadows. Looked inside like mourners and they never left stir caraway tugged at his collar moron. Comfortable than ever now in the dank dark house, I took a step forward, closing the gap between them she fingered, the lapels of his shirt, light the brushing the skin of his throat was close enough for him to smell her perfume, disorienting lilac fragrance that made his head swim. She had
never worn assent such as this before us that he was sure he saw a sacred cow. We sealed our deal with a kiss. He said Kiss he too, before I left there was some. Thing underneath the lilac smell something sweet, sultry vanilla. He thought. Would you like to kiss me Mister galloway, just a goodbye, kiss her eyes, glowed nearly yellow under her thick dark lashes cat, like the MR caraway replaced the badge clipping it onto his belt loop with a sigh It was something he had always taken off before visiting lie. Nettles and house of shadows,
It was too shiny to brazen he always decided to. Bring inside the dark home, he reasoned with himself that the badge made Lilla uneasy. She had poor relationship with the police officers of the town. After all, on the straight backed chair of his desk murmuring to himself about lumbar support and opened the door it was well worn. Nearly tattered from over use mr away had spent many long nights poring over this file. Witness reports your analyses and, of course, handwritten notes from his visits with lilla. Mr caraway flip, through the pages He found the single page. He was looking for a black and white photo. The edges of the photo were folded. Slightly from me.
Held. This was the photo MR caraway handled the most. It was blurry a product of the times and further marred with splotches of something that could have been teardrops. There was a creek lying face down the tiny body of a little girl, her hair looked white in the photo. but MR caraway remembered to vividly how the dishwater blonde locks had faded to green. In the murky creek water, there were newspaper clippings to the photo splashed across the front page local girl drowned drowned in speculation. Mother person of interest MR caraway drew hand over his face. He was tired, Most of the office was waiting on his assessment. It had been nearly a year after all one year wasted on tee parties
lila and her mulish cats, and he was no closer to an answer. What happened to Liddy nettles of the rest of the town had their answer. It was clear from the start, sanity, satan and sin there was only one of those things lacking in that dark house, but MR caraway was slow in his investigation. The people of the town gave up following his methods. They had their answer, but still MR caraway didn't think he had his. He had heard a phrase tossed about in courtrooms beyond a shadow. of a doubt and MR caraway had doubts No, it wasn't his job to proclaim innocence or condemnation on this woman, name her as a suspect, but the court's sets out the rest, MR, oh, I thought about lilla nettles perfume. He thought about screams still ringing when they found them
little girl face down in the water he chewed thoughtfully on the end of his pen. You should do it right, suspect and go get something we'd there was a diner down the street from his office. He could get a cup of tea, but mr caraway side he set his power down beyond a shadow of a doubt. of his satchel nearly put his own heart into arrest. He left the contents of the spill onto the floor before allowing his pulse to settle into something manageable and stooped over to retrieve what had fallen his first, the ridiculous thought was that one of lilacs cats had meandered inside to snooze within his warm bag and was making its escape brown. He thought to himself or may be scratch here.
Chuckle to himself when he saw it was just the old volume lilla had signed over and over a dictionary with a thick coating of dust on the cover smudged with her frantic fingerprints. Mr caraway thumbed, through book once more letting himself, if only for a moment, be carried away by her deluded signings lie la la la la la nettles and Liddy, the loops of her elles, growing larger by the page and then the last page, MR caraway paused brought the book closer to his face. A bead of perspiration rolled down his forehead, the first of the summer and threatened to splash onto the page written
in a hand MR caraway did not recognise was the most peculiar phrase in red ink? The island nettles I belong to the shadow rapporteur, MR caraway, shut generally with a snap that resounded through the entirety of the office there only the sound of that closing book. The cacophony of blood rushing through his ears and his heart, hammering in his chest, Mr Carraway, could scarce, gather his own thoughts. Suddenly, the phone was in his hand, desperation was a wild animal climbing up his throat as he dialed the operator did it Would she answer and impulse grabbed and MR caraway stowed the book back into his satchel. Turning out the lights ass, he made the familiar worked from his office to the parking There would be no t tonight. There were far
too many shadow, Hmm, full body chill This is an audio chuck production. This episode was written by claudia neves and read by David, we'll historic, was modified slightly for audio retelling, but you can find the original info on our website. So what do you think chuck? Do you Oof ooo
Transcript generated on 2022-10-14.