Episode 2: The Elevator Logged an Hour I Never Worked
One long case from the Swear It Happened archive: The Elevator Logged an Hour I Never Worked. Narrated with a synthetic voice.
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One long case from the Swear It Happened archive: The Elevator Logged an Hour I Never Worked. Narrated with a synthetic voice.
8 stories from the Swear It Happened archive: The Text I Sent Myself Tomorrow; Four Seconds of Stopped Strangers; My Coworker Was in Two Meetings at Once; The Street Grew a House Overnight; My Reflection Was a Half-Second Behind; My Colleague Saw Me In The Canteen While I Was On A Ferry In Another Country; My Own Voice Left A Voicemail Telling Me Not To Take The Job; A Woman With My Sister's Face Held The Lift For Me Two Years After The Funeral. Narrated with a synthetic voice.