"The things we do to survive will eventually destroy us.

But we do them anyway.

Because survival is all we know."

— Caleb Banks

A late-night news report.

A body recovered without a face.

A phone call that sends Caleb Banks back to Maine.

The Prologue introduces the world of Red in the Dark, a serialized psychological horror audio drama where violence, trauma, disappearance, fractured timelines, and impossible choices slowly weave together into something much larger than any one story.

As Caleb sits alone in a motel room listening to reports of murder, kidnapping, and another body discovered under mysterious circumstances, a single phone call changes everything.

Marcus has only three words for him:

Get to Maine.

Red in the Dark is a connected horror fiction universe told through cinematic audio drama episodes, music, recovered recordings, standalone stories, and intersecting narratives that eventually stop being standalone.

This is one door into that world.

Not the only one.

But the one that opens here.

Caleb Banks will return.

Some doors open slowly.

Some doors you wish had stayed closed.

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Written, produced, sound engineered, and voice acted by Leonard Voss.

Caleb Banks voiced by Leonard Voss

Marcus voiced by Leonard Voss

Radio anchor voiced by AI while we continue seeking voice actors to replace and update those performances.

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The things we do to survive will eventually destroy us. But we do them anyway. Because survival is all we know.

Caleb Banks sat in a chair pulled up to the motel window, radio on low, the volume just high enough to fill the room without competing with his thoughts. The news reader's voice moved from weather to traffic to court filings like it was all the same thing.

Evan Roark was formally charged today with multiple counts, including child murder, rape, and kidnapping.

His jaw set, the report continued. Dates. Jurisdictions. A prosecutor quoted a defense attorney promising cooperation. Then another story slid in behind it.

Another body was discovered overnight. Authorities say the victim's face had been removed.

Caleb reached up and pinched the leather cord at his neck between his thumb and forefinger. The wedding ring and the small metal charm hung warm against his chest, the charm of a little superhero with a cape bent at one corner.

He rolled them once, then let them fall back into place. His phone rang. He glanced down at the phone. Incoming call from Marcus. He placed the phone to his ear. What?

A voice came through, cheerful, almost teasing.

Caleb. Why do you always sound so damn tense? You should try yoga or something.

Caleb didn't respond.

You're needed,.

The voice continued. Still light.

Get to Maine.

The line went dead. The phone went into his jacket pocket. A small trunk came out from under the bed and flipped open. Passports, money, guns, all in place.

The trunk was set by the door. The radio clicked off. The bedspread was smoothed once the lamp went dark.

He adjusted the cord at his knack one last time, picked up the trunk, and left without looking back.