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Dean Smyth (0:01)
Hey everyone, it's Dean from the Midnight Mystery. I wanted to announce that I've created a brand new show that I'm really excited about and I think that you will love. It's called End of the Loop, a dark psychological audio drama about time trauma and what happens when you finally escape a time loop. Here's the trailer. My name is Ethan and I was trapped in a time loop. Not for days or months or even years. For so long I forgot what real time felt like. I stopped counting after a while because. Because what was the point? Nothing changed. Nothing ever changed. Every day, the same town, the same people, the same monsters hiding behind familiar faces. I watched, I listened. I learned everything. Every lie they told, every evil, messed up thing they did when they thought no one was watching. And then one day, I was out. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I'm free. And now I'm going to use everything I know to take them down. End of the Loop is a Midnight Mystery production. Search for End of the Loop on your favorite podcast platform.
Dax Shepard (1:32)
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Laura Hamilton (2:25)
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Dean Smyth (3:13)
Bunker 8 is a horror and sci fi audio drama that explores disturbing themes and intense moments. Some content may be unsettling for certain listeners. Listener discretion is adv the Midnight Mystery Presents Bunker 8 Season 2 Episode 8 the Fall Everything changes in an Instant, there's no sound, no weight. For a second, I'm suspended, not falling. Then the pull hits hard and fast, dragging me in every direction. My arms feel like they're stretching out of my shoulders. My chest tightens. I feel like I'm being crushed from the inside out. I look at my hands. They're blurry and move like they're disconnected from my body. My legs ache like they're being torn apart, but they're still there. I feel everything breaking, pooling, like my body's coming apart piece by piece. Every nerve is on fire. I can't move. I can't breathe. My head spins and I can't tell which way is up. There's no floor, no walls. Just light, Bright, uneven, pulling at me. It feels like time is bending. I'm stuck in a second that won't pass. My chest. It feels like it's being torn open. The temperature on my skin shifts. Hot, then cold, just fluctuating back and forth. The pull and the push continue relentlessly, but my body feels like it isn't mine anymore. I force myself to hold it together, just hold it together. Then. Nothing. No sound. No air, just. Just the pull. Wait. Something's. Something's happening. Son of a. I. I'm awake. The air feels normal now. Thin, but breathable. My body's intact. Arms, legs, chest. Everything's in place. No more pulling. No more stretching. I look at my arm and. And the gunshot wound is. Is gone. It's completely healed up. How is that even possible? Oh, God. My head. Where. Where the hell am I? Wait. I. I know this place. I'm back. I'm back in Bunker Eight. I push myself up slowly. Legs are shaky, but. But I think I can walk. The hallways just like I remember it. Same sharp corners. Same endless stretch ahead. And the walls. They're. They're the exact same, just like they always were. Not a single scratch. Every panel right where it should be. It's like time never touched this place. What the hell? I turned the corner, and it's Cell block A. The. The control panel, it's. It's untouched. No scorch marks, no damage. Like nothing ever happened. Like none of it was real. But then I hear them. Voices.
