In the recording, a voice whispered, barely audible over the screech of the steel wheels: "It doesn't feel like metal to me. It feels like skin."
"I'm not riding it," the voice on the recording gasped, now sounding distorted, as if its throat were made of copper piping. "It’s riding me." Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive
Should we dive deeper into the of this file, or would you like a different genre for the next chapter? In the recording, a voice whispered, barely audible
The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static. In the recording