Creepy - Day 24 - Parchment

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Starting point is 00:00:46 Written by listener Irene Stark. A cold, chilly draft filled the stone room. The only light came from the yellow candles flickering flame in the upper left-hand corner of the table. Within the light revealed two figures, one smaller than the other. The smaller one was clearly a boy upon closer inspection, and he was writing on something with a dark black raven quill, a bottle of crimson ink at his side. The larger one had a piece of chalk and was writing symbols on the wall. The ink dripped from his quill, staining the parchment in front of him. It bled from the tip of his quill ever so slowly as the boy watched the man's hand dart across the board.

Starting point is 00:01:35 It was obvious that though he was eager to learn, he would quickly get bored. The stain slowly expanded in size, drip by drip, until the man wrapped the boy's knuckles, telling him to focus on his parchment and make sure he did not stain his ebony robes. Delicately, the tip of the quill grazed the parchment before the boy as he began to write. The parchment dragged the quill back a bit, causing a few wrinkles that vanished short. shortly after the woods were completed. However, that was on par with the parchment. It was soft and supple. Some of the best that money could buy. The boy only ever had the best, from his quill to the robes he wore. A pauper could eat for a year from the goal weaned

Starting point is 00:02:32 by selling his robes and quill. The surface beneath the parchment stirred a little as the boy pressed too deeply into it. He frowned at his carelessness. pressing too deep would ruin the parchment and tear a hole in it. He had to remind himself of what the man had taught him. The man had provided him with many things from playmates to the very parchment he was now writing on. He liked this parchment. It was nice. The boy stopped for a moment and smiled. He covered his ink well and laid his quill over it. He waited for the ink to dry become rust-collared before running his hands over the parchment. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and so long as he wasn't hurting anybody, the man allowed him

Starting point is 00:03:23 to have it. He loved the smoothness that would turn into small, round bumps as he ran his hand across it gently. He shivered with delight as he felt the many layers beneath the current one squirm beneath his fingers. He smiled, looking at it. it once more. The symbols from his master's chalkboard were copied to the parchment and he began the hard work of cutting it away. He picked up the silver knife on his left, turning once more to the lovely parchment. It really was beautiful. It was also a shame to waste it. He gently pressed the blade into the parchment and it sank down, causing the ink beneath it to burst forth like the breaking of a dam. He quickly pushed the parchment up and refilled his ink bottle before laying it back

Starting point is 00:04:16 down. His hands were turning red as he picked the knife up again and continued cutting down to the white hardness that signaled the last layer of parchment. The parchment let out a soft groan, unheard by the boy who was intently staring at his work. The man heard it and pursed his lips. This did not bode well for the boy. He didn't use. enough drugs on the parchment. The boy turned his knife gently and finished cutting it away. The crimson ink stained his hands even more as the boy lifted the page away. And suddenly the parchment awoke and began thrashing about having broken free from its loose bonding, its screaming piercing in the near freezing air. The boy froze. His knife poised to cut its throat.

Starting point is 00:05:09 The man shook his head at his apprentice's laziness and the boy quickly secured the bond with the man and then dazed the parchment again. He looked to his master, his eyes asking if he could get more of the parchment. It seemed to him like such a waste to let it wither away and vanish. The man briefly thought for a moment, then nodded. He smiled, and with glee he began to skin and cut away the rest of the parchment. It moved no longer. The master gently picked up the remains and carried it to the furnace. He started a fire to warm the two and tossed three mains inside it.

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Creepy - Day 24 - Parchment

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