mil-liminal

Hey Hey Listeners! It's me, your favorite middle-of-nowhere gas station employee! Just kidding, I'm probably not your favorite anything. You probably don't even know who I am, but that's ok. That's why we're here. Why you're reading this post. So here's a little bit about me.

My name is Caro Greene. I was born on Halloween. I am a Chaser of the Unknown, and the creator of a podcast called Mil-Liminal.

I'm something like a Ghost Hunter. A human vortex to the other side. I'm also really good at spooky party tricks.

My podcast is inspired by the things that go bump in the night, which works out, cuz the gas-station I work at is on the borderline of the In-Between Places (which is a fancy way of saying I work the midnight shift on an old dark highway in the middle of the woods.)

Am I fictional? There’s stories about me so I think that makes me real. What constitutes real? Existing in the mind of someone? Don’t we all in some kinda way?

I am an existential crisis.

Have you read this far? Good, here's the links (or listen where ever you catch your audio fiction!) Hit that reblog button to help me get Seen.

edit: noticed the art was corrupted three weeks too late haha, so theres an updated version now <3

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Apple Podcasts

Got a question? Question everything, shoot me an ask, I don't bite (hard.) Got a spooky story? I'm always listening. Want a sample? Here's the introduction episode. Be kind, I have no idea what I'm doing, but we are all just learning, aren't we? Trigger Warnings listed where they apply. No jump scares. No hopelessness. Just vibes.

The ones in the woods, in my dreams. The Wolves. The Ghosts. Punctuated by static. How everyone thought there was something wrong with me. The whispers around town about the Girl Who Saw Things. A cry for attention, as if I needed attention. And how every time it happened, every time the whispers would start, you'd stand up and Make a Scene. Throw out your arms and laugh your wild laugh. Class Clown, a real funny guy. And you'd deflect it to yourself. Steal my spotlight to save me. Is that why they hated you so much? Because I was born a Seer, meant to also be Seen and you stood up in between and eclipsed me.