Thoughts on Recording

So I’ve been getting slightly into the technical side of audio recording with my buddy. Graham, who is an awesome audio engineer, has been guiding me through the worst of the pitfalls, but for the moment I’ve been doing a lot of experimenting with it myself.

It’s actually been fun as hell!

I always wondered just why exactly it was so prohibitive with regards to cost to get in to, and now I get it. I’ve been using free software and have been seeing the limitations. With video editing, I’ve run in to the same problem. My wife, the graphic designer, has access to a bunch of Adobe programs except the ones for video production. Windows Movie Maker can only take you so far.

Either way, I hope you guys enjoy the work we’ve been putting in to the podcast. Sorry I’ve been a little sparse on updating on here, but I’ve been working on audio-only stories, as well as print-only stories. I’m debating whether or not to start adapting ‘The Map’ for corresponding audio pieces as well, but I feel like I would want to get a stable of amateur voice actors for that one.

So timeline wise coming up, you should be able to hear the new podcast episode come out next week. I should also have a few new stories for the next week as well. I’ve been trying to do a few horror let’s plays as well, but there have been technical as well as ‘Chris-in-front-of-the-camera-with-nothing-to-say’ limitations.

Regardless, I’m having fun, and should have some impressive stuff for you guys soon considering how quickly we’re learning. Thanks for checking out our stuff, and consider subscribing and liking stuff on our YouTube page!

Thanks everyone!

 

Episode 2 | The Old Church

Hey everyone!

It’s been a while in the making since we’re still getting a hang of this “YouTube” thing, but episode 2 of our creepypasta series is out!  The Old Church is one of my original stories written for a 100-word story competition, featured earlier on the site. Thanks again to Graham Grochocinski who does all of the amazing sound work and makes my voice barely tolerable!

If you like this, please check out our previous episode, Darkness.

Enjoy, like, and subscribe if you want to see more!

Plastic

I had a job once as a night guard. It was at an old department store in my home town. Gold Springs used to be a booming mining town, but once the mines dried up the people went with them. The whole region has a past as a hard drinking, rough and tumble town. Now it’s just another dying rural town perched on the edge of desert.

The store was two stories and had an escalator. It was a huge novelty for the region, and it was funny how when we were kids that was what got us excited. Not the prospect of new toys, but that we’d be able to ride an escalator! It was the only one within 100 miles, so it was kind of a big deal at the time.

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Teeheehee

The streetlight flickered as I walked underneath it. I heard somewhere that they do that randomly to let the bulbs cool down or something, but it scared me nonetheless. I looked over my shoulder and it was still there. Still following me.

I picked up the pace a bit, trying not to tip it off that I knew it was there. It looked like a small child that would dart from shadow to shadow. Every once in a while it would stop in a darkened doorway or behind a bush and just giggle. That fucking giggle.

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Scrapping your work

I’ve done it. I’ve scrapped all the work I’ve done on my novel so far. As I mentioned here, I’m having all kinds of trouble actually getting started. I don’t mean like putting words on paper, I was 15,000 words in when I scrapped it. I mean I’m having trouble being happy with my set-up, which set the basis for the rest of the novel, so I spent weeks trying to figure out how to fix it.

You know what? I scrapped it completely, and I feel so relieved. I feel like I’m so much better off, and can be more creative with the story than I ever could be before. I can refine my characters again, and have them feel a little more fresh. Before they were hemmed in a bit by the amateur beginning, but now I feel they can breathe and explore.

I’ve always been so hesitant to start something new again, just because I worry I’ll never finish. So, I plow ahead on a bad course, just trying to get through it. A first draft doesn’t mean anything if it requires rewriting the entire book.

So, my question for all of you. Have you scrapped a heavily worked on project and restarted it? How did it work out? I’m optimistically excited, but also interested to here from all the writers out there. Did you keep the same characters and basic plot?

Thanks y’all!

Infection, The Map Part 13

I lie in the hospital bed coming in and out of consciousness. I’m aware enough to catch the doctors and nurses repeating one word: infection. My side burns and throbs as it feels like poison is ripping through my veins. Whatever the creature did when it clawed me, it’s kicking my ass. I can occasionally see Gaby reading the book as she sits next to my bed, leg in a cast. Each time I drearily open my eyes she’s there. I try to reach out to her but my body does not cooperate.

My dreams have gotten increasingly restless. I find myself in a vast underground city. The angles are strange and it hurts when my eyes try and follow the lines of the cyclopean buildings. The walls of the ruins are slick with some kind of ooze that glows ever so gently, dimly lighting the entirety of the city. It stretches further than my eye can see.

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H.P. Lovecraft and Podcast Update

Some things to watch out for: we officially launched the YouTube channel here the other week, and now we’re currently finishing up our second story.

One of the things we also plan on doing are some public domain stories, specifically H.P. Lovecraft coming up.

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This week, on ‘Ghost Seekers!’

The green light on the recorder flicks on.

“Is there anyone here with us tonight” the man asks. He is sweating and probably looked even worse than normal in that nightvision camera they always use. The camera man swung around capturing the other two people with them. Another man and a woman looked on to the proceedings, occasionally casting their gaze to the ceilings as though ghosts would flock to the great arched heights like birds.

“Yep,” I say. I saw this show before. I’m surprised they haven’t faked anything so far this episode. Really is interesting to see how they film even if they have no idea what they’re doing.

“What’s your name?” the woman asks. She’s cute and must be a new addition to the show. Last time I had a chance to watch it was just the two guys, the fat one and the skinny one. Like Abbott and Costello meet the ghosts. Unless they already made that movie? Shit. Now this is going to bother me. You really do learn to take Google for granted.

“Tom,” I sigh. This is the third time this month I’ve answered that question.

“If you can, speak into the green light, it will let us hear you,” says the skinny guy.

“I know what a tape recorder is,” I say. They always give the dumbest instructions. It’s never like, ‘say the winning lottery numbers.’ Always, “what’s your name, are we alone here.” Why even ask that question. If someone is answering you clearly you’re not alone.

“Are you alone here?” The cute woman again. She seems very dedicated and in to the whole situation. I bet she wants to be an investigative reporter or something and this is her big break. Good for her.

“No,” I say.

Who’s here with you.

“Who’s here with you?” the fat guy asks.

Hah! Called it!

I look over, Jeff gives me a thumbs up and a big smile. Grim grinning ghost he is not.

“Jeff,” I say. I wish I could check the time but I didn’t wear a watch the day of the accident. Can’t beat myself up over it, hindsight after all. Jeff is just excited because there’s another team here. The last one he tugged on a guy’s sweater and brushed some poor teenage girl’s hair. The guy screamed, she fainted, and Jeff fell over. After that he couldn’t stand up for two days, he was so weak, but it’s all he will talk about anymore. Not like we get CNN or anything, so that’s the closest we get to current events. This just in, Jeff is clearly going to try again.

Everything is so rote now. They pull out the meter, I wave in front of it, they shit themselves when the green lights dance across the surface.

You know, maybe the show is fake and we’re the first to actually respond. I mean, we haven’t seen any other ghosts since the accident. Restoring some 14th century castle, you’d think there would be some creepy dead princes or something wandering around. But nope. Me and Jeff, brothers in arms since 2005.

What if we’re flukes?

“How did you die?”

“Stop asking such personal questions! Jesus that’s rude,” I say. Jeff shoots me a look.

“What, I didn’t ask her about how she plans on dying! ‘Oh, you and your asshole friend fell off some scaffolding, spoooooky.'”

“Are you a King? Or a Queen?” Jeff mumbles something into the recorder. Yes Jeff, haha, I get it, I’m the queen. Thanks, prick.

The skinny man stops the recorder and plays it back. Here we go, these guys have a camera crew, they seem legit, let’s hear those melodious pipes of mine.

‘Are you alone here?’ – static –

“It said ‘help me!’ I heard it!” says the fat guy.

Goddamnit.

Post-Michigan Trip

So me and the boys got back from our Michigan trip on Saturday. We were winter camping in da’ U.P. until someone (this guy!) got food poisoning and caused us to leave a day early.

Only creepy thing to really happen to me was when we got there we found bear tracks (it IS black bear country). So 1:30 AM when I wake up sick the first night, I hear something move through our campsite. It wasn’t the wind, because I could hear it move from point to point slowly, like it was exploring.

I was lying in my sleeping bag, very warm but nauseous and with a pounding headache. My rifle was lying next to my pack inside the tent, and all I could hear would be some of our outside gear move. The metal cookware drag, yet all of the food was untouched the next morning. Even the stuff just sitting out. Then it stopped, and was replaced by the wind and normal rustling sounds.

There was no fingertips on the tent fabric or anything like that, but what scared me was the lack of any animal footprints surrounding the site. So it’s either a magic bear (most likely explanation), my sick fever brain imagining things, or the Wendigo, since I chose earlier that night to tell stories about it. So, I tell stories about the Wendigo and get sick from the meat I cooked. Seems too much to be a coincidence to me…

Darkness – WftI Episode 1

We finally did it! Here’s the first in our podcast series surrounding scary stories from Wordsfortheinternet.com. Darkness was written as a test piece, and as such we’re pretty happy with it. Thanks to the awesome Graham Grochocinski for his help with the audio. We’ve already figured out what needs improving, but overall we hope you enjoy it!

Thoughts, horror, and short stories from Chris Burcham, published freelance author and all around scoundrel.