Graeme Patrick

- Horror Writer -
TTRPGs, Audio Dramas, & Short Stories

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Graeme Patrick is a dyslexic Scottish writer currently living in England by the sea. He has written a slew of best selling Tabletop RPG scenarios and is currently lead writer on the multi-award-winning horror-comedy podcast Ain't Slayed Nobody. Branching out into audio dramas he has also been a guest writer for several anthology podcasts including Magnus Protocol, Nine to Midnight, KillFM, and Creepy Podcast.

• Short Story - Sirens in Rain
• Audio Drama - Self Serving
• TTRPG CoC Scenarios

CreditsWriting: Graeme Patrick
Editing: Corbin Cup, Graeme Patrick
Sound Design: Corbin Cup- Voice Talent -
Danny Scott as TV Chef
Virginia Lee as Daphne
Harlan Guthrie as Mittens
Bob Danielson as The Delivery Man

The girl came out of nowhere as Bob thumbed at the radio dials; he slammed on the brakes and prayed. The Hackett family screamed, and the decade-old Volvo estate aquaplaned into a skid.
“When I wake up!” The radio yowled.“SHIT! Did I hit her? Todd, sit down! I can’t see.” Bob said, glaring at his eleven-year-old through the rearview mirror. He craned himself around, got caught on his seat belt, and swore again. Releasing the buckle, he huffed and twisted to peer out the fog-bound glass. There was no sign of the girl, and Bob could make out little else among the oncoming traffic.Headlights blazed passed from out of the gloom, pelting the Volvo with cascades of rainwater. The squealing wipers offered little help against the downpour. A horn bellowed at them as a BMW changed lanes to avoid a pile-up. With a tut, his wife, Diane, flipped on the hazard lights.“If I get drunk!” the radio added. Bob stabbed at its buttons to silence the jovial accusation.
“Dad! You swore,” Todd cried. His face became an ugly red scrunch, and the inevitable high-pitched sobbing began to burble up out of him. Bob’s youngest, Sue, seemed to take it as a challenge and added her own chorus of wails. Bob could feel those stone-cold sliders he’d eaten at the diner crawl into his arteries.“Relax,” Bob said as much to himself as his family. Wiping the condensation off his driver’s door window, he squinted out, fantasizing that there was never a girl out there. Could it have been a trick of the red brake lights on the standing water?Turning conspiratorially to his wife, Bob said, “Diane, I didn’t feel an impact. We’re O.K, right?”
Diane pointed passed him into the rain. “There, by the rails. What is she doing?”“Shit,” Bob said, already wrenching his door open. He knew exactly what she was doing, but at least he hadn’t hit her; no way she’d be standing if he had. He started to pray for that version of events to exist, then he pushed himself into the blaring sirens and driving rain. Transfixed on the girl, Bob ran into traffic, flip-flops squelching through puddles.Bob glanced back; Diane was leaning over to the driver’s side and shouting. He couldn’t tell what she was saying – Something about an umbrella? Frustrated, he waved his wife back as she started to get out too. He knew she wouldn’t listen, and he turned to the girl as a Ford truck swerved around him. He exchanged gestures with its occupants as they passed in and out of each other’s lives.Bob made it to the side. The girl had climbed up in the structure, holding on to a mammoth cable as she dangled over the abyssal darkness below. The rain had soaked her to the bone, a brittle thing with long black hair that clung to her like a dead man’s fingers. Her eyes bugged out of her head, large, like a startled doe."Uh. Hi, nice weather for fishing, ain’t it." He said stupidly. Lost for words, Bob’s mouth continued to move. “I know a great spot down the coast, bass as long as your arm.”The way her dress clung to her skin, skin that seemed slick with a sheen of? Of what, slime, oil, and streaks of blood? Maybe he had hit her, maybe if she jumped… Another car deafened Bob, horn blazing. It ploughed over a flooded drain drenching him in filthy ice water and ending all cognition.“Jesus!” Bob said as Diane crossed to him, huddled behind a pink umbrella. Bob should have thought of that. “What!” Bob said. Diane stared accusingly as if he’d been doing nothing but gawking at the young pretty girl until now, which wasn’t entirely unfounded.“Don’t spook her.” Diane hissed, “I’ll see if I can’t get her attention, then you grab her.” Bob nodded and locked eyes with the girl. To be honest, he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been staring this whole time. Her eyes were just full of sadness… He had taken some steps toward her. He hadn’t meant to do that.“Hey honey, we saw a diner a mile back. We could call your family and get some pancakes. Would you like that?” Diane saidThe girl smiled sadly and said, “I don’t like pancakes.”“Well, if you come down, Bob will get you whatever you want, isn’t that right, Bob?” Diane said. The girl looked at Bob, and he stopped moving.“Uh, sure! The sliders were nice,” he said.The girl stared into him for the longest moment before offering him her hand. Bob stumbled forward to take it almost on impulse, and then she let go of the cable and leaned back. Diane lunged for Bob as the girl dragged him over the rail. He clamped down on her wrist, and she swung out, feet kicking. Her skin was slick and wet, and she slipped from Bob’s grasp. He leaned right over the hungry darkness and forced Diane to pull at his shirt. Diane screamed as Bob pulled her off her feet.“Diane, help!” Bob cried. He had let go! But the girl was holding on now, watching them both with a sad fatalism in those dark eyes. Diane’s fingers twisted up in Bob’s shorts, and she gasped at the pain. Finally, she had to let go. She scrambled for the umbrella and thrust it at Bob.Bob watched his wife’s terror as his stomach lurched and the pair plummeted into the dark. The girl dragged him close and kissed him; Bob tasted rot, and it hurt. Her mouth yawned wide as she pulled back, and her face split in two. Long translucent teeth peeled from her gums, and she bit deep. They slammed hard into the ocean; it engulfed them. Knocked senseless, Bob struggled to escape from his tormentor. And together, they sank amongst plumes of churning red to where the others waited.