Stuff You Should Know - The 14th Annual Halloween Spooktacular!

Episode Date: October 31, 2023

As per tradition, today Josh and Chuck perform a spooky Halloween story reading to delight, amuse and FRIGHTEN YOU TO YOUR CORE. Will Meagle show up? Tune in to find out! Thanks to guest producer Ben... Hackett for all the great sound effects.See for privacy information.

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Starting point is 00:00:00 Welcome to Stuff You Should Know, a production of I Heart Radio. Hey and welcome to the Spooktacular! I'm Josh and there's Chuck and Jerry the Gould Jerome role in this here and we're about to get Jiggy with it, Halloween style. That's right, it's one of our favorite episodes of the year. We like to remind everyone this is one of two ad free episodes we do every year. And I feel like lately we have been just sort of for the uninitiated, giving a quick overview of what we do here on Halloween. And that is, we read a couple of public domain scary stories. That's right. Short stories from now we're up to 1928 and previous. Yeah.
Starting point is 00:01:02 I think so. Maybe 1927, one of the two. These aren't even, I think, these mine was from before that, even though. Yeah, we're not even close to the line right now. No, we don't want to get litigious, anyone to get litigious with us. That's right. We're not even dancing close to the line. If you have no idea what we're talking about, goes into our intellectual property episode. It basically explains our Halloween episode.
Starting point is 00:01:24 That's right. But we, you know, Josh picks one out, I pick one out. It has become very fun in recent years as Josh has gotten more creative with his voice work. Yeah, I'm actually really kind of nervous because it's a tough act to follow and I thought, well, I'll just bring megal back and And I have been summoning megal's spirit to take over my body again. Nothing. Nothing. I've done so many unspeakable acts as offerings
Starting point is 00:01:53 to bring megal back. And basically, I'm like Emma Roberts at the end of Black Coach's daughter, just screaming in frustration because I can't get possessed again. So I'm sorry, everyone. I don't think Miegel's going to be here this year. Yeah, it's like Emma Roberts at the end of Black Coat's daughter screaming like everyone in the theater. I don't even look that much like that
Starting point is 00:02:14 other girl. Yeah, that was a rather serious transition. Yeah, that was just me though. But I know what you mean, it seems like there's nowhere to go but down after megal. I mean, that was a Josh Apex for sure. So I guess then maybe we'll just call this episode of Wash. I won't even try and we'll get back to business again next year. How about that? Yeah, that sounds great. And I actually did a little road testing
Starting point is 00:02:42 of some different British accents. Oh good. But I have no idea what's gonna come out of my mouth or yours and that it's not gonna be as rehearsed. I've learned to speak German. Right. Right. Really?
Starting point is 00:02:57 No. I had to say that. If I had, I would not have told you or anybody else ahead of time just now. I would have just started speaking German. That would have been amazing It would have been but this episode's a wash this year, so I'm not going to be speaking German either Which one do you want to start with? You want to do yours or mine? I think they're both terrific I don't know I've got no
Starting point is 00:03:21 Persuasion either way or I'm not being persuaded either way. Is there any of the two that you feel even remotely more like should go first? You know, for some reason, instinctually, I just went to pick up yours. Okay. I think it's the gripping and spooky and a good place setter. And it's, you know, it's HD wells. It's a classic author. Yeah. So let's, let's dig into yours.
Starting point is 00:03:45 Okay. HD Wells trying to remember my parts though. So you are the old man with the shade on his head. Okay. He's the one that walks in last, right? Yes, and then the old lady. Oh, perfect. Okay.
Starting point is 00:04:00 And this is HD Wells, everybody, the guy who predicted our current rocket program with NASA and that wrote the time machine and did all sorts of really neat stuff. He also wrote a scary story and that's what we're going to read now. It's called the Red Room. So Chuck, how about you, Nareigh first? Uh, okay. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a reading of the Red Room by H.G. Wells.
Starting point is 00:04:35 No, I'm in the story. Oh, oh, yeah, sure. That word too. I didn't know what you meant. I was like, what narration are you talking about? You're talking about reading. You're like, all right, I don't give it a try. I was like what narration you talking about your somewhat reading you're like all right I'll give it a try. Okay, okay, you ready? Sure But you but you're you're playing the main guy so you're starting right exactly. Okay
Starting point is 00:04:53 I can assure you said I that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me and I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand It is your own choosing. Said the man with the weathered arm and- I want to take that again. Okay. It's your own choosing. Said the man with the weathered arm and glanced at me a scant.
Starting point is 00:05:21 Eight and twenty years. Said I- I have lived and never a ghost have I seen as yet. The old woman sat staring hard into the fire. Her pale eyes wide open. I. She broke in. And eighty and twenty years you have lived and never seen the likes of this house I reckon.
Starting point is 00:05:43 There's a many things to see when one's still, but eight and twenty. She's making fun of this guy for being twenty eight years old. She swayed her head slowly from side to side. And many things to see and sorrow for. I have suspected the old people were trying to enhance the spiritual terrors of their house by their droning insistence. I put down my empty glass on the table and looked about the room and caught a glimpse of myself, abbreviated and broadened to an impossible sturdiness and the queer old mirror
Starting point is 00:06:17 at the end of the room. Well, I said, If I see anything tonight, I shall be much the wiser. For I come to the business with an open mind. I'm so disappointed with myself this year. Oh yeah, it's me. It's true, choosing. Said the man with a withered arm once more, I heard the faint sound of a stick in a
Starting point is 00:06:41 shambling step on the flags in the passage outside. The door creaked on its hinges, as a second old man entered. More bent, more wrinkled, more aged, even than the first. He supported himself by the help of a crutch, his eyes were covered by a shade, and his lower lip, half averted, hung pale and pink from his decaying yellow teeth. He made straight-torn armchair on the opposite side of the table, sat down clumsily and began to cough. The man with a withered hand gave the newcomer a short glance of positive dislikes.
Starting point is 00:07:15 The old woman took no notice of his arrival, but remained with her eyes, fixed steadily in the fire. I said it's your own choosing. Said the man with a withered hand when the coughing had ceased for a while. It's my own choosing. I answered. The man with a shade became aware of my presence for the first time, and through his head back for a moment, and sideways to seabee.
Starting point is 00:07:39 I caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes, small and bright and inflamed. Then he began to cough and sputter again. Brrrr! Why don't you drink? Said the man with a withered arm, pushing the beer toward him. The man with the shade poured out a glassful with a shaking hand. That splashed half as much again on the deal table. A monstrous shadow of him crouched upon the wall and mocked his action as he poured in drink. I must confess I had scarcely expected these grotesque custodians.
Starting point is 00:08:10 There is, to my mind, something inhuman in senility, something crouching and adevistic. The human quality seemed to drop from old people insensibly, day by day. The three of them made me feel uncomfortable with their got-silences, their bent carriage, their evident unfriendliness to me, and to one another. And that night perhaps I was in the mood for uncomfortable impressions. I resolved to get away from their vague foreshadowings of the evil things upstairs. So Aegisht? Very Aegisht.
Starting point is 00:08:42 IF! said I. You will show me to this haunted room of yours. I will make myself comfortable there." The old man with a cough jerked his head back so suddenly that it startled me and shot another glance of his red eyes at me from out of the darkness under the shade, but no one answered me. I waited a minute, glancing from one to the other. The old woman stared like a dead body, glaring into the fire, with lackluster eyes. Eugh! I said a little louder. Eugh you will show me to this haunted room of yours, I will relieve you from the task
Starting point is 00:09:16 of entertaining me. There's a candle on the slam outside the door. Said the man with her hand. Looking at my feet as he addressed me. But if he go to the red room tonight. This night of all nights said the old woman softly. You go alone. Very well.
Starting point is 00:09:37 I answered shortly. And which way do I go? This guy's sick of the old people by now. He's just actively mad at them. by now. He's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... Yeah, he's just... to the end of the red room is on your left up the steps. Have I got that right?" I said and repeated his directions. He corrected me in one particular. "'And are you really going?" said the man with a shade looking at me, again for the third time, with that queer, unnatural tilting of the face.
Starting point is 00:10:20 "'This night of all lights!" whispered the old woman. "'It is what I came for.'" This night of all lights was spurt the old woman. It is what I came for. I said and moved toward the door as I did so the old man with the shade rose and staggered around the table so as to be closer to the others and to the fire. At the door I turned and looked at them and saw they were all close together. Dark against the fire light staring at me over their shoulders with an intent expression on their ancient faces Good night. I said setting the door open
Starting point is 00:10:51 It's your own choosing Said the man with a withered arm All right, so as we like to do little recap This guy has come to this spooky place and and there are three olds there, and this guy doesn't like olds. No, he doesn't like them, and they don't seem to like him very much. I think they also are taking him as foolish, overly cavalier, and getting himself into hot water to put it mildly.
Starting point is 00:11:19 Yeah, because he wants to spend the night in this room that we don't even know anything about, but I'm already scared. Yeah, it's a scary room that you would not want to go into. They're kind of half-talking amount of it, maybe? I don't know, maybe a quarter. All right, you ready? I'll buy that. Yeah, let's go, switch it up.
Starting point is 00:11:36 I left the door wide open until the candle was well-aligned, and then I shut them in and walked down the chilly, echoing passage. I must confess that the oddness of these three old pensioners, in whose charge her leadership had left the castle, and the deep-toned old-fashioned furniture of the housekeeper's room in which they foregathered, had affected me curiously, in spite of my effort to keep myself at a matter of fact-face. They seemed to belong to another age, an older age, an age when things spiritual were indeed to be feared, when common sense was uncommon, an age when omens in which is regrettable and ghosts beyond denying.
Starting point is 00:12:22 Their very existence thought I as spectral. The cut of their clothing, fashion's born in dead brains. I think he's talking about no-rinkor here. Yeah. The ornaments and conveniences in the room about them even are ghostly. The thoughts of vanished men, which still haunt rather than participate in the world of today. And the passage I was in, long and shadowy, with a film of moisture
Starting point is 00:12:46 glistening on the wall, was as gaunt and cold as a thing that is dead and rigid. But with an effort I sent such thoughts to the right about, the long drafty subterranean passage was chilly and dusty, and my candle flared, and made the shadows cower and quiver. The echoes rang up and down the spiral staircase, and a shadow came sweeping up after me, and another fled before me into the darkness overhead. I came to the wide landing and stopped there for a moment, listening to a rustling that I fancy
Starting point is 00:13:16 that heard creeping behind me. And then, satisfied of the absolute silence, pushed open the unwilling base covered door, and stood in the silent corridor. Bases like felt. That's what I got too, like what they used to put on billiard tables. Yeah, might look nice on a door, you never know. It's a weird choice, kind of upsetting if you think about it.
Starting point is 00:13:43 Should I keep going? Yeah yeah. Okay. The effect was scarcely what I expected. For the moonlight, coming in by the great window on the grand staircase, picked out everything in vivid black shadow or articulated silvery illumination. Everything seemed in its proper position. The house might have been deserted on the yesterday, instead of 12 months ago. There were candles in the sockets of the sconces, and whatever dust had gathered on the carpets, or upon the polished flooring, was distributed so evenly as to be invisible in my candlelight. A waiting stillness was over everything. I was about to advance and stopped abruptly.
Starting point is 00:14:23 A bronze group stood upon the landing hidden from me by a corner of the wall, but its shadow fell with marvelous distinctness upon the white paneling and gave me the impression of someone crouching to weigh-lame me. The thing jumped upon my attention suddenly. I stood rigid for a half a moment perhaps. Then, with my hand in the pocket that held the revolver, I advanced only to discover a Ganymede in Eagle, clistening in the moonlight. That incident for a time restored my nerve.
Starting point is 00:14:53 By the way, Ganymede was the most beautiful mortal in Greece who Zeus kidnapped and took as a, basically, a love slave. Yeah, and a Ganymede and Eagle was just like a little statue of an eagle with this Ganymeet character. But the shadow was super scary for a second. I believe it. The door of the red room and the steps up to it were in a shadowy corner.
Starting point is 00:15:18 I moved my candle from side to side in order to see clearly the nature of the recess in which I stood before opening the door. Here it was, I thought, that my predecessor was found, and the memory of this story gave me a sudden twinge of apprehension. I glanced over my shoulder at the black candy mead in the moonlight, and opened the door of the red room rather hastily, with my face half turned to the pallid silence of the corridor. I entered, closed the door behind me at once, turned the key I found in the lock within, and stood with the candle held above, surveying the scene of my vigil, the great red room of Lorraine Castle, in which the young Duke had died, or rather in which he had begun his
Starting point is 00:15:58 dying, for he had opened the door and fallen headlong down the steps I had just ascended. That had been the end of his vigil, of his gallant attempt to conquer the ghostly tradition of the place, and never, I thought, had apoplexy better served the ends of superstition. There were other and older stories that clung to the room, back to the half-incredible beginning of it all, the tale of a timid wife and the tragic end that came to her husband's jest of frightening her. And looking round that huge shadowing room with its black window-based, its recesses and alcoves, its dusty brown red hangings, and dark gigantic furniture, one could well understand the legends
Starting point is 00:16:36 that had sprouted in its black corners, its germinating darknesses. My candle was a little tongue of light in the vastness of the chamber. Its rays failed to pierce to the opposite end of the room and left an ocean of dull red mystery and suggestion, set in all shadows and watching darknesses beyond its island of light. And the stillness of desolation brooded over it all. Alright, so like a lot of these stories, you get a little bit of a vague setup and then they sort of dull out what's happening as it goes on. Pretty much what he's doing here I would say.
Starting point is 00:17:13 Yeah, so he got this guy, he's going to this castle now where the person before him that went to sort of ghost investigate, through him, sounds like he threw himself down the stairs and took his life, right, with madness. I think he, I get the impression he was trying to get the heck out of that room and died falling down the stairs maybe. Okay. Either one. And then this whole thing was haunted, though, by a woman. And do I gather that her husband used to, like,
Starting point is 00:17:44 kidding me, frighten her and that led to a death? That's what I took it as, yeah. Okay. Not a nice guy. Don't do that guys. No, it was ingest. I'm sure he regretted it pretty deeply afterward if he was even halfway decent. Right. Are you taking over now? Yeah, that feels like a switch of room. I think so too. Alright, so this guy's in this room now, finally.
Starting point is 00:18:09 And he's all set to go. Here we go. I must confess, some impeppable quality of that ancient room disturbed me. I tried to fight the feeling down. I resolved to make a systematic examination of the place, and so, by leaving nothing to the imagination, dispel the fanciful suggestions of the obscurity before they obtained a hold upon me. After satisfying myself of the fastening of the door, I began to walk around the room,
Starting point is 00:18:42 peering around each article of furniture, tucking up the balances of the bed, and opening its curtains wide. So basically this guy's doing what any kid would do. Yeah, he's trying to bring as much light as possible in there and checking everything, right? Well, yeah, he's looking, he's like, I don't want the sheet hanging down below, like what's under the bed. I slightly tuck that in, let's lock the door eight times. I like this guy. Yeah. Uh, okay.
Starting point is 00:19:07 In one place, there was a distinct echo to my footsteps. The noises I made seemed so little that they enhanced rather than broke the silence of the place. I pulled up the blinds and examined the fastening of the several windows. Attracted by the fall of a particle of dust, I leaned forward and looked up the blackness of the wide chimney. Then, trying to preserve my scientific attitude of mine, I walked round and began tapping the oak panelling for any secret opening. But I de-sisted before reaching the alcove. I saw my face in a mirror. White.
Starting point is 00:19:38 I mean, what color do you think he was? I don't know. I think he might have meant like, kale is a sheet kind of thing. He'd look scared, maybe. I think so. There were two big mirrors in the room, each with a pair of sconces bearing candles, and on the mantle shelf too, were candles and china candlesticks. All these, I lit one after the other.
Starting point is 00:20:03 The fire was laid, an unexpected consideration from the old housekeeper, and I'd lit it, to keep down any disposition to shiver, and when it was burning well I stood round with my back to it, and regarded the room again. I had pulled up a chinscovered armchair and a table to form a kind of barricade before me. On this slave my revolver readied to hand. That's right, and he strapped, and that was pretty important. My precise examination had done me a little good, but I still found the remoter darkness of
Starting point is 00:20:31 the place and its perfect stillness, too stimulating for the imagination. The echoing of the stir and crackling of the fire was no sort of comfort to me. The shadow in the alcove at the end of the room began to display that indefinable quality of a presence, that odd suggestion of a lurking living thing, becomes so easily in silence and solitude. And to reassure myself, I walked with a candle into it and satisfied myself that there was nothing tangible there. I stood that candle upon the floor of the alcove and left it in that position.
Starting point is 00:21:03 By this time I was in a state of considerable nervous tension, although, to my reason there was no adequate cause for my condition, my mind, however, was perfectly clear. I postulated quite unreservedly that nothing supernatural could happen, and to pass the time I began stringing some rhymes together. In gold's be fashion, concerning the original legend of the place. A few I spoke aloud, but the echoes were not pleasant. For some reason, I also abandoned, after a time, a conversation with myself upon the impossibility of ghosts and haunting. My mind reverted to the three old and distorted people downstairs, and I tried to keep it upon that topic. Yeah.
Starting point is 00:21:45 So he's like doing the, oh, I'm not scared. Dang. Right. Talking about, talking himself out of it. Yeah. And in Gold's, be apparently wrote legends and lures and stuff as poems. I guess that's what it is. Okay, that's a name. Yeah.
Starting point is 00:22:00 You ready? Yep. I am too. The summer reds in Graze of the room troubled me. Even with its seven candles, the place was merely dim. The light in the alcove flaring and a drapped in the fire flickering kept the shadows in penumbra perpetually shifting and stirring in a noiseless, flighty dance. Casting about for a remedy, I recalled the wax candles I had seen in the corridor, and,
Starting point is 00:22:26 with a slight effort, carrying a candle and leaving the door open, I walked out into the moonlight, and presently returned with as many as ten. These I put in the various knickknacks of China, with which the room was sparsely adorned, and lit and placed them where the shadows had lain deepest. So I'm on the floor, some I'm in the window recesses, arranging and rearranging them until at last, my 17 candles were so placed that now then an inch of the room but had the direct light
Starting point is 00:22:53 of at least one of them. It occurred to me that when the ghost came, I could warn him not to trip over them. Ha-ha. The room was now quite brightly illuminated. There was something very cheering and reassuring in these little silent streaming flames, and to notice their steady diminution of length offered me an occupation and gave me a reassuring sense of the passage of time.
Starting point is 00:23:15 Can you imagine what a... like... now you go into a scary room, you just turn on all those lights. Exactly. This is... You took 20 minutes to do it back then. Right. And also he's like so trying to make time pass that he's staring at candles melting. Yeah.
Starting point is 00:23:30 That's reassuring. That's how kind of up an arm see is. Yeah. Good times. Even with that, however, the brooding expectation of the vigil weighed heavily upon me. I stood watching the minute hand of my watch creep toward midnight. Then something happened in the alcove.
Starting point is 00:23:47 I did not see the candle go out. I simply turned and saw that the darkness was there. As one might start and see the unexpected presence of a stranger. The black shadow had sprung back to its place. By Jof said I allowed recovering from my surprise. That drafts a strong one. And taking the matchbox from the table.
Starting point is 00:24:06 I walked across the room in a leisurely manner to relight the corner again. I get the impression that was a forced leisurely manner, don't you? Yeah, like, oh, I'm fine everybody. Right. My first match would not strike. And as I succeeded with the second, something seemed to blink on the wall before me.
Starting point is 00:24:24 I turned my head involuntarily, and saw that the two candles on the little table by the fireplace were extinguished. I rose at once to my feet. Ahad, I said. Did I do that myself in a flash of absent-mindedness? I walked back, relit one, and as I did so, I saw the candle in the right sconce of one of the mirrors winked and go right out out and almost immediately its companion followed it. The flames vanished as if the wick had been suddenly nipped between a finger and thumb leaving the wick
Starting point is 00:24:52 neither glowing nor smoking but black. While I stood gaping the candle at the foot of the bed went out and the shadows seemed to pick another step toward me. For the record I think that little bit with the candle going out, but no smoke or no glow. That's like, I think that's legit, the scariest line in this thing. Yeah, it was really good little thing, little, nice detail. Detail, that's what I was after. This won't do, said I, and first one, and then another candle on the mantle shall fall out.
Starting point is 00:25:26 What's up, I cried with the queer high note. Sorry, what's up? I cried with the queer high note getting into my voice somehow. At that, the candle on the corner of the wardrobe went out, and the one I had relit in the alkove followed. "'Stetion,' I said, those candles are wanted, speaking with a half hysterical facetiousness and scratching away to match, though all the while, for the mantle candlesticks. My hands trembled so much that twice I missed the rough paper of the matchbox, as the mantle
Starting point is 00:25:56 emerged from darkness again. Two candles in the remoder end of the room were eclipsed, but with the same match I also relit the larger mirror candles and those on the floor near the doorway so that for a moment I seemed to gain on the extinctions. But then in a noiseless volley they're vanished four lights at once in different corners of the room and I struck another match in a quivering haste and stood hesitating whether to take it. This is really scary at this point. I can picture this happening. Yeah, I mean, think about it. The whole reason he went and gathered 17 candles because he didn't want any darkness in there. And now something, it seems, is extinguishing these candles
Starting point is 00:26:37 all over the room while he's trying to get them relit. I would be flipping out at this point. Yeah, and that one little detail too, H.E. Wells, good writer, when he's trying to strike the match, but he's on the smooth part of the box. That's good stuff. Yeah, everybody's been there. Switcheroo, yeah. I think Switcheroo for sure. All right. As I stood undecided, an invisible hand seemed to sweep out the two candles on the table. With a cry of terror, I dashed at the alcove.
Starting point is 00:27:41 Now he's just gonna like use a candle that he thinks. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that'll move. With this I avoided the delay of, okay, I just should have kept breathing. With this I avoided the delay of striking matches, but for all that the steady process of extinction went on, and the shadows I feared and fought against returned, and crept in upon me, first a step gained on this side of me, then on that. I was now almost frantic with
Starting point is 00:28:05 the horror of the coming darkness and my self-possession deserted me. I had leaped, panting, from candle to candle, and a vain struggle against that remorseless advance. I swear. I bruised myself in the thigh against the table. I sent a chair, head long. I stumbled and fell and whist the cloths from the table on my fall. It's got like a three-stages, I saw all of a sudden. My candle rolled away for me and I snatched another as I rose. A abruptly, this was blown out as I swung it off the table by the wind of my sudden movement, and immediately the two remaining candles followed.
Starting point is 00:28:39 But there was light still in the room, a red one, that streamed across the ceiling and staved off the shadows from the fire. Of course, I could still thrust my candle between the bars and relied it. I turned to where the flames were still dancing between the glowing coals and splashing red reflections upon the furniture, made two steps toward the grate, an incontinent incontinently.
Starting point is 00:29:02 Yeah. Did he poop himself? Or peed one of the two. OK. And incontinently, the flames dwindled and vanished. The glow vanished. The reflections rushed together and disappeared. And as I thrust the candle between the bars,
Starting point is 00:29:16 darkness closed upon me like the shutting of an eye, wrapping around me in a stifling embrace, sealed my vision and crushed the last festages of self-position for my brain. And it was not only palpable darkness, but intolerable terror. Candle fell from my hands, once, twice, thrice. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha- head bowed and my arms over my face, made a stumbling run for the door. But I had forgotten the exact position of the door and I struck myself heavily against the corner of the bed.
Starting point is 00:30:10 I staggered back, churned and was either struck or struck myself against some other bulky furnishing. I have a vague memory of battering myself thus to and fro in the darkness of a heavy blow it last upon my forehead of a horrible sensation of falling that lasted an age of my last frantic effort to keep my footing. And then I remember no more. Boy, that's some good foley work right there, my friend. Thank you. I've been, I would say I was practicing, but it's all to soft the cuff.
Starting point is 00:30:45 All right, so this guy, a key detail there is like I was either struck myself or was struck and like that's a key detail, bro. For sure, but for all intents and purposes, it does not matter at this point because he's been knocked out. And frankly, I think we have a little bit of detail about what happened to that Earl, that count, who fell headlong out of the door, right? Yeah, I think I see. Where this is headed. You ready?
Starting point is 00:31:10 Mm-hmm. I'm taking it home. Take it home, baby. I opened my eyes in daylight. My head was roughly bandaged, and the man with the withered hand was watching my face. I looked about me trying to remember what had happened, and for a space I could not recollect. I rolled my eyes into the corner and saw the old woman, no longer abstracted, no longer terrible, pouring out some drops of medicine from a little blue file into a glass.
Starting point is 00:31:37 Where am I? I said. I seem to remember you, and yet I cannot remember who you are They told me then and I heard of the haunted room as one here's a tale Let's see. I think this is the old man with the withered arm Yeah, we found you at dawn said he and there was blood on your forehead and lips I Wondered that I had ever disliked him the three of them in the daylight seemed commonplace old folk enough The man with the green shade had his head bend as one who sleeps. It was very slowly I recovered the memory of my experience. You believe now, said the old man with the withered hand, that the room is haunted? He spoke
Starting point is 00:32:16 no longer as one who greets an intruder, but as one who condolves with a friend. Yes, said I. The room is haunted. And you have seen it, and we who have been here all our lives have never set eyes upon it because we have never dared. Does it truly the old Earl who? No, said I. It is not. I told you so. Said the old lady with the glass in her hand.
Starting point is 00:32:42 It is his poor young Countess who is frightened. It is not, I said. There is neither Ghost of Virl or Ghost of Countess in that room. There is no Ghost there at all, but worse, far worse, something impalpable. Well? Not bad. The worst of all the things that haunt poor mortal men said I, and that is in all its nakedness, fear!
Starting point is 00:33:10 Fear! It will not have light nor sound, that will not bear with reason, that defends and darkens and overwhelms, it followed me through the corridor, it fought against me in the room. I stopped abruptly. There was an interval of silence. I hand-wood up to my bandages. The candles went out one after another, and I fled. Then the man with the shade lifted his face sideways to see me and spoke. I knew that was yet a power of darkness. Is he Sean Connery on his side? I think so. Sean Connery and James Earl Jones had a baby in this guy's head. A power of darkness to put such a curse upon a home, it looks there always.
Starting point is 00:33:54 You can feel it even in the daytime, even of a bright summer's day, in the hangings, in the curtains, keeping behind you however you face about. In the dusk it creeps in the corridor and follows you, so that you dare not turn. It is even as you say, fear itself is in that room. Black fear, and there it will be. So long as this house of sin Wow, so sin indoors. We just brought them back buddy. Yeah. So, I guess we should take a message break, huh? No, no! Not for Halloween. That never gets old for me.
Starting point is 00:34:51 I think I say that every year. Yeah, I love it. So, yeah, I guess then we'll move on. To the next one, this is your pick, right? Yeah, this is called the Miss and Throat by JD Barrisford and you'll see what's going on here. It's got to do with a lot of these stories of the same I feel like. Yeah. Horror writing back then these short stories often had to do with people investigating some creepy place where something creepy had happened or maybe that's all horror movies. And they were usually approaching it from
Starting point is 00:35:24 like a rational mind and they end up like being proven that there's something worse there. And yeah. It's good stuff. All right. It works. So what am I doing again? I'm the visitor to the island in the boatman
Starting point is 00:35:38 and you're the hermitator. Okay, that's right. Right. What are we bother working this out? I don't know. Always forget. All right, here we go everybody. Poor Pea's spoopy drink.
Starting point is 00:35:49 Blow out the candles, relight them, blow them out again, and listen to the Missing Throat by JD Barisford. Take it away, Josh. Did you say spoopy? Very nice. Bupi? Very nice. Since I have returned from the rock and discussed the story in all his bearings, I've begun
Starting point is 00:36:13 to wonder if the man made a fool of me, in the deeps of my consciousness, I feel that he did not. Nevertheless, I cannot resist the effect of all the laughter that has been evoked by my narrative. Here on the mainland, the whole thing seems unlikely, grotesque, foolish. On the rock, the man's confession carried absolute conviction. The setting is everything, and I am perhaps thankful that my present circumstances are so beautifully conducive to sanity. No one appreciates the mystery of life more than I do, but when the mystery involves such a doubt of oneself, I find it pleasanter to forget.
Starting point is 00:36:50 Naturally, I do not want to believe the story. If I did, I should know myself to be some kind of human horror, and the terror of it all lies in the fact that I may never know precisely what kind. Before I went, we had eliminated the Feseel and Benal explanation that the man was mad, and had fallen back upon two inevitable alternatives, crime and disappointed love. We were human and romantic and we tried desperately hard not to be too obvious. That is the most inscrutable paragraph I've ever read in my entire life. Once before a man had made the same attempt, and had built or tried to build a house on the golden rock, but he had been defeated within a fortnight.
Starting point is 00:37:32 And what was left of his building was taken off the island and turned to do a tin church. It is there still. We all went to Trevone and ruminated over and round it, perhaps with some faint hope that one of us might, all unknowinging have the abilities of a psychometrist. So I think what he's saying, there's something on this island that he's very interested in. There's a person that he's trying to figure out what their deal is, and they're so into it that he and his group of friends went to visit this tin church that had once been
Starting point is 00:38:00 a house on this island for like two weeks, just in an effort to glean some sort of information, even psychic information if possible. Yeah, and he's recounting this. So this is, he's recounting something that is already happened to him, that he's very sort of embarrassed about. Yes, and I, we both read this already, and I can promise you you everybody it gets more comprehensible as things go. As a matter of fact, we should probably reread this this beginning at the end. So I'll be like, oh, okay, I get it. Yeah, it kind of makes sense. It's sort of like the movie that picks up with a guy that all the stuff has already happened and then he's like, and here's the story. Yeah, but at the beginning of sunset Boulevard, no one's like, what are you talking about? This story doesn't fall into that same category. Okay, here I go
Starting point is 00:38:56 Nothing came of that visit. This is the visit to that tin church But a slight intensification of those theories that were already becoming a little stale But a slight intensification of those theories that were already becoming a little stale. We compared the early failure of 30 years ago, the attempt that was baffled, with the present success. For this new misanthrope had lived on the goal and threw the whole winter and still lived. Indeed the fact of his presence on the awful lump of rock was now accepted by the country people. To them he was scarcely a shade matter than the other visitors.
Starting point is 00:39:25 That Renumerative Recurrent Host that this year broke their journey to Bedrathin in order to stand on the Trevoan Beach and stare foolishly at just the visible hut that struck like a cubicle galt on the landward face of that humped desolate island. The best I can tell is there's somebody who lives there now, this firmet, you, on this island, and the country people who live on the mainland just off of the island are like whatever, they don't think too much of them, but they can see his hut from their house on the mainland. Yeah, that sounds about right. You want to take over? You want me to keep reading a jumble of words that barely makes sense?
Starting point is 00:40:06 I'll take over. All right. We all did that, stared at nothing in particular and meditated enormously, but in what I felt at the time was a wild spirit of adventure, I went out one night to the point of gunver head and saw an actual light within that distant hut. A patch of golden liken on the Mother Parasite. I like that. Yeah, great fun.
Starting point is 00:40:30 Some aspect of humanity I found in that light, it was that finally decided me. That in some quality of sympathy, perhaps with the hermit, mad, criminal, or love-lorn, who had found sanctuary from the pestilent touch of the encroaching crowd. It was in fact a wildish night, and I stayed until the little yellow speck went out, and all I could see through the murk was an occasional canopy of curving spray when the elbow of the trebone light touched a bearer corner of that black gulland. So this guy's just watching this island as well, but he feels a little impathy maybe toward this guy.
Starting point is 00:41:04 Yeah, sounds like it. The making of a decision was no difficult matter, but he feels a little empathy made for this guy. Sounds like it. The making of a decision was no difficult matter, but while I waited for the necessary calm that would permit the occasional boat to land provisions on the island two miles out from the mainland, I suffered quams of doubt and nervousness, and I suffered them alone for I had determined that no hint of my adventure should be given to any one of our party until the voyage had been made. They might think that I had gone fishing and excuse which had all the air probability given to it by the coming of the boatmen to say that the tide and wind would serve that morning. I had warned and bribed him to give no clue to my friends of the goal of my proposed
Starting point is 00:41:40 excursion. So this guy's going to go out there on a boat, but he's like, don't tell anyone I'm doing this. He's ditching his friends. Ditching his friends. My nervousness suffered no decreases. We approached the rock and saw the authentic figure of its single inhabitant awaiting our arrival. I had some consolation in the thought that he would be in some way prepared by the sight of our surprisingly passenger boat, but my mind shuttered it the necessity for using some conventional form of address if I would make at once my
Starting point is 00:42:09 introduction and excuse. The civilized opening was so helplessly incapable of expressing my sympathy, presenting instead so unmistakably it seemed to me, the single solution of common curiosity. I wondered that he had not, as the boatman so clearly assured me was the case, had other prying visitors before me. Myself consciousness increased as we came nearer to the single opening, among the spiked rocks that served as a miniature harbor at half tide. I felt that I was being watched by the man who now stood awaiting us at Water's Edge. And suddenly, my spirit broke. I decided that I could not force myself upon him, that I would remain in the boat while
Starting point is 00:42:47 its cargo was delivered and then return with a boatman to Trevone. So Resolute was I in this plan that when we had pulled into the tiny landing space, I kept my gaze steadfastly averted from the man I had come to see, and stared solemnly out at the humpback of Trevone, now seen in an entirely new aspect. All right, so this guy's having second thoughts now. He's like, I'm already out here and maybe I should just go back. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't force myself on a hermit who I want to find out what's your deal, man. Yeah, exactly. Why don't you take over because there's a lot of me stuff. Okay. The sound of the hermit's voice startled me from a perfectly genuine abstraction.
Starting point is 00:43:30 Barely decent weather today. He remarked with, I thought, a touch of nervousness. He had, I remembered, addressed the same remark to the boatman who were now conveying their cargo up to the hut. I looked up and met his stare. He was indeed regarding me with a curious effective concentration, as if he were eager to know every detail of my expression. Jolly, I replied, been pretty beastly the last day or two.
Starting point is 00:43:54 Capture rather short, hasn't it? I make allowances for that. He said, keep a reserve, you know. Are you staying over there? you know? Are you staying over there? He nodded towards the bay for a well weaker too I told him. We began to discuss the country around Harlan with the eagerness of two strangers who find a common topic at a dull reception. Never been on the gullain before I suppose? He ventured at last when the boatmen had discharged their load and were evidently ready to be off. Chris.
Starting point is 00:44:26 No, no, no, no, I haven't. I said and hesitated. I felt the invitation must come from him. He bugled over it by saying dashed awkward place to get to and nothing to see of course. I don't know if you're at all keen on fishing. Well, rather I said with enthusiasm. There's deep water on the other side of the rock. He went on. In the right weather, you get splendid bass there. He stopped and then added, it will be absolutely top-oh for him this afternoon.
Starting point is 00:45:01 Well, perhaps I could come back. I began, but the boatman interrupted me at once. Is this Josh Clark that's visiting this guy? It sounds very much like this, something you would do. All right. You can come back tomorrow, sure enough, he said. Tide only serves once every 12 hours. If you'd care to stay now.
Starting point is 00:45:30 Uh, thanks. That's awfully good of you. I should like to have all things," I said. I stayed on the clear understanding that the boatman were to fetch me the next morning. At first, there was really very little that seemed in any way strange about the man on the gullet. I can picture what heaven here. And he's like, yeah, yeah, I'll stay. Then he turns around and he's like, you'll get me tomorrow, right? He's like, yeah, yeah, this will be great. Well, just in fishing, like you guys
Starting point is 00:45:58 are coming right in the morning, right? They're like, sure, sure, we'll be right back. His name he told me was William Copley, but it appeared that he was no relation to the Copley's eye-new. And if he had shaved, he would have looked a very ordinary type of Englishman roughing it on a holiday. His age, I judge, to be between 30 and 40. Only two things about him struck me as a little queer during our very successful afternoon's fishing.
Starting point is 00:46:26 The first was that intense appraising stare of his as if he tried to fathom the very depths of one's being. The second was an inexplicable devotion to one particular form of ceremony. As our intimacy grew, he dropped the ordinary form of politeness of a host, but he insisted always on one observance that I suppose it first to be the merely conventional business of giving precedence. Nothing would induce him to go in front of me. He sent me ahead even as we explored the little perleus of his rock, the only level square
Starting point is 00:46:59 yard on the whole island was in the floor of the hut. But presently I noticed that this peculiarity went still further and that he would not turn his back on me for a single moment. This is weird. This is weird. Yeah, it is weird. So, but the hermit, 30s, 40s, all he needs to do is shave. Like, he's just a normal person. Yeah, but there's the one thing about him is that he will not let that guy get behind him no matter what. Yeah, I get it. Okay. So that I think if anything him having that weird quirk would be expected it was him being just totally normal was the unexpected part. Yeah, that's what I agree. I agree with that. Well, it's you, buddy. Okay.
Starting point is 00:47:46 That discovery intrigued one. I still excluded the explanation of madness. Coppley's manner and conversation were so convincingly sane. But I reverted to and elaborated those other two suggestions that had been made. I could not avoid the inference that the man must, in some strange way, be afraid of me. And I hesitated as to whether he were flying from some form of justice or from revenge, perhaps of indetta. Either theory seemed to account for his intense appraising stare.
Starting point is 00:48:15 I inferred that his longing for companionship had grown so strong that he had determined to risk the possibility of my being an emissary, sent by some, to me, exquisitely romantic person or persons who desired Coppley's death. Man. I know. I recalled in Wallotin some of the marvelous imaginings of the novelist. I wondered if I could make Coppley speak by convincing him of my innocent identity, how I thrilled at the prospect.
Starting point is 00:48:42 So this guy's just like, ooh, maybe he thinks I'm an assassin and uh, maybe I can convince him that I'm not. That'll be fun. Right. Maybe that'll get me some currency with him if I convince him I'm not here to kill him. Yeah. But the explanation of it all came without any effort on my part. He sent me out of the hut while he prepared our supper.
Starting point is 00:49:02 Quite a magnificent meal, by the way. I saw his reason at once. He could not manage all of that business of cooking and laying the table without turning his back on me. One thing, however, puzzled me a little. He drew down the blind of the little square window as soon as I had gone outside. Naturally, I made no jamure. I climbed down to the edge of the sea, it was a glorious evening, and waited until he called me. He stood at the door of the hut until I was within a few feet of him and then retreated into the room and sat down with his back to the wall. We discussed our afternoon sport as we had supper, but when we had finished and our pipes were going, he said suddenly,
Starting point is 00:49:38 I don't see why I shouldn't tell you. Like a fool I agreed eagerly when I might so easily have stopped him. It began when I was a quite a kid. He said. My mother found me crying in the garden, and all I could tell her was that, Claude, my elder brother, looked horrid. I couldn't bear the sight of him for days after it either, but I was such a perfectly normal child that they weren't seriously perturbed about this one idiosyncrasia mind. They thought that Claude had made a face at me and frightened me. My father whacked me for it eventually. Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss He's just morphed into a humble lecture. Okay. Fly fly, Clarice. Perhaps that whacking stuck in my mind. Anyway, I didn't confide my peculiarity to anyone
Starting point is 00:50:34 until I was nearly 17. I was ashamed of it, of course. I still am in a way. He stopped and looked down, pushed his plate away from him and folded his arms on the table. I was pining to ask a question, but I was afraid to interrupt, and after a moment's hesitation he looked up and held my gaze again, but now without that inquiring look of his. Rather, he seemed to be looking for sympathy.
Starting point is 00:50:57 I told my outsmasta, he said. He was a splendid chap, and he was very decent about it. Took it all quite seriously and advised me to consult an occultist, which I did. I went in the holidays with the painter. I had given him a more reasonable account of my trouble, and he took me to the best man in London. He was tremendously interested, and it proves that there must be something in it, that it can't be in imagination, because he really found a defect in my eyes.
Starting point is 00:51:26 Something quite new to him, he said. He called it a new form of astigmatism, but of course, as he pointed out, no glasses would be of any use to me. But uh...what? I began, unable to keep down my curiosity any longer. Hopefully hesitated and dropped his eyes. A stigmatism, you know?" he said. It's a defect.
Starting point is 00:51:50 I quote the dictionary, I learn that definition by heart. Often puzzle over it's still causing images of lines, having a certain direction to be indistinctly seen, while those of lines transverse to the former are distinctly seen, while those of Lyne's transverse to the former are distinctly seen. Only minus peculiar in the fact that my sight is perfectly normal, except when I look back at anyone over my shoulder. He looked up almost pathetically. Alright, so this guy's getting the truth out of him, this guy's got something wrong with his eyes.
Starting point is 00:52:21 Yes, and he found out that there actually is something wrong with it because he got his dad to take him to essentially, I guess, a psychic or something in London. And the deal is though, is the guy when he looks over his shoulder at somebody, something's up. Right. Which is why I didn't want anyone behind him. Yeah. Okay. Take it away. which is why I didn't want anyone behind him. Yeah. Okay. Take it away. I could see that he hoped I might understand without further explanation.
Starting point is 00:52:50 I had to confess myself utterly mystified. What had this trifling defect of vision to do with his coming to live on the goland I wondered? I frowned my perplexity. But I don't see. I said he knocked out his pipe and began to scrape the ball with his pocket knife. Well, mine is a kind of moral astigmatism too. He said, at least it gives me a kind of moral insight. I'm afraid I must call it, inside.
Starting point is 00:53:27 There are some who call me Tim. I've proved in some cases that he dropped his voice. He was apparently deeply engrossed in the scraping out of his pipe. He kept his eyes on it as he continued. Normally, you understand when I look at people straight in the face, I see them as anybody else sees them. But when I look back at them over my shoulder, I see, oh, I see all their vices and defects. Their faces remain in a sense the same, perfectly recognizable I mean, but distorted, beastly. There was my brother
Starting point is 00:54:05 Claude, good-looking chap he was, but when I saw him that way, he had a nose like a parrot, and he looked sort of weakly voracious and vicious. He stopped and shuttered slightly, and then added. And no one knows now that he is like that too. He's just been hammered on the stock exchange. Rotten sort of failure it was. So this guy, he's explaining about his brother. Yes, so his- Looks like a creep.
Starting point is 00:54:36 Right. And he looked at him over his shoulder and saw his brother looking really weird. Yeah, like his true self, basically. And then, Denison, my house master, you know, such a decent chap. I never looked at him that way until the end of my last term at school. I had gotten to the habit more or less of never looking over my shoulder, you see, but I was always getting caught. That was an
Starting point is 00:55:01 instance. I was playing for the school against the old boys. Denison called out, Good luck on tap. Just as I was going in and I forgot and look back at him. Hey, that was a flashback. Nice work. Mm-hmm. On the fly. Mm-hmm. Go ahead. Oh, am I not hearing this right? Yeah. I waited breathless and as he did not go on I prompted him with Was he Was he like wrong to Coply nodded weak poor devil his eyes were all right, but they were fighting his mouth if you know what I mean
Starting point is 00:55:43 I've no idea what that means. I looked it up. I can't find any explanation of that whatsoever. So no, we don't know what you mean. William Copley. I think that you just means he looked funny or something. I guess, but I feel like he's talking about a specific way that he looked funny.
Starting point is 00:56:00 Well, he says if you know what I mean, your guy should say, nobody knows what you mean. Right. Here, I'll add that line. Okay. They were fighting his mouth if you know what I mean. Ah. I feel like nobody knows what you mean.
Starting point is 00:56:17 Oh, man, you're really mucking this one. There would have been an awful scandal at that school there four years after I left if they hadn't hushed it up and got Denison out of the country. Still no idea what was wrong with Denison. Yeah, I think it's one of those things left unsaid. Then if you want any more instances, there was the occultest big fine chap he was. Of course, he made me look at him over my shoulder to test me. And I told more or less. He was simply livid for a moment. He was essentialist, you see. And when I saw him that way, he looked like some filthy old hog.
Starting point is 00:56:54 I realized my accent is completely different than the big one. But it's very pleasing. I was going to tell you a great job with this. I found it, but he's morphed. Yeah, but that's what happens. He's evolved. That's right. The thing that really finished me, he went back to the beginning. Okay. Keep narrating them. He went on after a long interval. Was it breaking off of my engagement to Helen? We were frightfully in love with one another and I told her about my trouble. She was very sympathetic, and I suppose rather sentimentally romantic, too. She believed it was some sort of spell that had been put on me. I think anyway, she had a theory that if I once saw anybody truly and ordinarily over
Starting point is 00:57:38 my shoulder, I should never have any more trouble. The spell would be broken, sort of thing. And of course, she wanted to be the person. I didn't resist her much, I was infatuated, I suppose. Anyway, I thought she was perfection, and that it was simply impossible that I could find any defect in her, so I agreed and looked that way. His voice had fallen to an even note of despondency, as though the telling of this final tragedy in his life had brought him to the indifference of despair. I looked, he continued, and saw a creature with no chin and watery doting eyes, a fateful
Starting point is 00:58:19 slabbery thing. Eh, I can't, I never spoke to her again. That broke me, you know. He said presently. After that, I didn't care. I used to look at everyone that way until I had to get away from humanity. I was living in a world of beasts. Most of them looked like some beast or bird or other. The strong were more vicious and criminal, and the weak were loathsome. I couldn't stick it. In the end, I had to come here away from them all. A thought occurred to me. Ahhhhhhh! Have you ever looked at, you know,
Starting point is 00:58:59 yourself in the glass? I asked. Are you sort of like drawing with your toe in the sand in front of them? Very bad, shel. I'm no better than the rest of them. He said. That's why I grew this rotten beard. I hadn't got a looking glass here. And you can't keep up, like a stiff neck, it were I asked, you know, you know like
Starting point is 00:59:28 Going about looking humanity just you know, you know like straight in the face Diptation is too strong. Coopley said and it gets stronger Curiosity partly I suppose but partly it's the momentary sense of superiority it gives you. You see them like that, you know, and forget how you look yourself, and then after a bit, it's against you. You haven't, I said, and hesitated. I wanted to know, and yet I was horribly afraid.
Starting point is 01:00:02 You haven't. I began again. Er, you have, Er, have you? Let me figure out how to say this. Have, have you looked at me that way? Not yet. He said Do you do you suppose probably you look alright of course, but then so did heaps of the others others. So you have no idea, none, how I should look to you, but I can't. Oh, man.
Starting point is 01:01:05 You wouldn't, you know. You wouldn't care. Not now, he said sharply. Hmm, perhaps just before you go? Oh. Oh. You feel fairly certain then. He nodded with disgusting conviction.
Starting point is 01:01:25 I went to bed, wondering whether Helen's theory wasn't a true one, and if I might not break the spell for poor old copely. The boatman came for me soon after 11 the next morning. I had shaken off some of the feeling of superstitious horror that held me overnight, and I had not repeated my request to Copley, nor had he offered to look into the dark places of my soul. He came down after me to the landing place, and we shook hands warmly, but he said nothing about my revisiting him. And then, just as we were putting off, he turned backward toward the hut and looked at me over his shoulder. Just one quick glance.
Starting point is 01:02:06 Pch. Uh, hold on, hold on. Wait, I commanded the boatman, and I stood up and called to him. Uh, uh, Coppoli, I shouted. He turned and looked at me, and I saw that his face was transfigured. He wore an expression of foolish disgust and loathing. I had seen something like it on the face of a child who was just going to be sip. A boy.
Starting point is 01:02:32 I dropped down into the boat and turned my back on him. I wondered then if that was how he had seen himself in the glass. But since I have only wondered what it was he saw in me, and I can never go back to ask him. Oh. Oh. Pretty great stuff. Yeah, torturous ending, though. For sure.
Starting point is 01:03:00 But I mean, it's out nicely, cinematically, you know. For sure. I mean, isn't not knowing the most horrible thing of all? Well, yeah, especially when you see Coply turn around and look and then look like a kid that's about to puke. Yeah, what would have been greater if he'd just been over and started puke after some? Yeah, yeah, just all over the rock.
Starting point is 01:03:22 Right, yeah. Man, I feel like we should make a second career of punching up old short stories and making them better. Yeah, all right. Yeah, I think it's a good market in that. Like those painters that go around and find like yard sale paintings and then paint stuff in them. Yeah, let's do it. Okay, speaking of let's do it Chuck, I say that this this Halloween spooktacular has come to an end, don't you? Yeah, this has been great fun my friend. This is always one of the more fun episodes that we do along with our Christmas special
Starting point is 01:03:52 We have a lot of fun doing these and you did a great great job this year. Yes, did you? Thank you So happy Halloween everybody from Chuck and me and Jerry From Ben from Dave from Dave from Liv from Ed, from the whole crew, here at Stuff You Should Know. Stay safe and be Gulasch. The most important thing is to have a good time. The most important thing is to have a good time. The most important thing is to have a good time. The most important thing is to have a good time.
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