Danny Campbell Narrator Novels & Stories

“Podcasters do their homework to avoid lawsuits. My guess—they tracked down staff and you know…People talk if you know how to ask.” I lean closer to the screen, eyes narrowing like as I watch the listener count climb—1,812… 1,934… 2,021. A live audience, hungry for blood. “They say her car went over the cliff.” Danny’s voice drops low, dramatic. “But here’s the catch: no body was ever recovered. And that… is where the questions begin.”

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

I looked at the mineral and then at Danny. "They took the research team," he said. "And the others who went. They took them and tied them and I heard them talking while I was in the tree line. I stopped running when I could not hear anyone behind me anymore and I went back toward the sound because I needed to know if anyone had gotten away." "You went back," Jake said. "I needed to know," Danny said. He looked at his arm. "I could not hear breathing in the dark so I got as close as I could to the camp and I was in the undergrowth and I could hear two of the men talking."

"If I ever have to leave for work and it's just you and Grandma, you need to know how to take care of yourself." Owen's voice came out small and hoarse. "If I learn all of it... are you gonna leave and never come back... like Mom?" Danny didn't answer. Instead, he kept teaching Owen how to make simple meals. Whenever he had time, Danny went to the reservoir where I used to recover bodies. He listened as Mr. Duncan talked about the parts of me Danny had never known. "Wrenn was fearless. First body I ever pulled out, I puked for days. That girl didn't say a word. Didn't even flinch. Shocked an old guy like me. She was the best forensic sketch artist I'd ever seen. Such a damn shame..."