The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 075 : Mary’s Room

Episode Date: March 1, 2025

Mary Was Born In A Black And White Room. Scientists Didn’t Let Her See Colors Until She Turned 18Written by Dominic EagleNarrated by Fiona ThrailleStarring Mark Redfield as Dr.RobsonDee Quintero as MaryRomy Evans as Nannyhttps://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1iowz3y/mary_was_born_in_a_blackandwhite_room_and/ Featuring Stephen Knowles as The Antique Dealer Theme music by The Newton Brothers Additional music byCO.AG ([e-mail]) Vivek AbhishekSUBSCRIBE us on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook : https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram : https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

B equals X. Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently wrapping, wrapping at my chamber door. You are here in search of that $20 strawberry, are you? Great to see you, friend. Come this way. This is not the grandest piece in the collection. No, not gilded, adorned with jewels, nor is it a relic of some forgotten dynasty.

However, I assure you, this black balaclava is no ordinary scrap of wool and thread. This one carries a story. As you know, the items in here do not simply rest on the shelves. They wait. Something still lingers in these fibers. Maybe it's the absence of something altogether. The nothing that draws you in. That's it.

Closer still. For this one I call Mary's Room. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk. These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Tammy D.C., Samantha Jeffcoat, Maya White, Goji Kuhn, Stark Raving Lynn, Brittestina, Dassey Lowe, Dino Guts,

and Jacob Taylor we are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order go to the obsidian covenant dot com to receive

the sacrament now where were we oh yes welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings

on Mary was born in a black and white room, and scientists didn't let her see colours until she turned 18. She saw something we didn't. Mary's Room, also known as the knowledge argument, is a philosophical concept concerning a hypothetical woman named Mary, who has never seen colour. She has only ever existed in a... black and white room. Mary studies the world through books and a monochromatic television screen.

She reads about colours, but she does not experience them visually. Can the universe be fully understood in purely physical terms? The answer differs depending on whether one believes that we know fundamental truths about reality, a priori, without experience, or a possible. Stereo with experience. In other words, will Mary learn anything about colour when she leaves the black and white room? It was supposed to be a thought experiment. Nobody was supposed to actually do it. However, in 2007, a group of researchers sought to answer that question.

and the experiment they conducted would have been condemned by boards of ethics across the globe, but these were not ethical scientists and this was no ethical organisation. I would have decried its actions back then this wasn't why I joined the agency. I was afraid. After all, they were willing to put an innocent baby in a colourless prison cell doomed to grow up in near solitary confinement save for a nurse dubbed nanny. What would they have done to a whistleblower? I don't know how they found the baby and I don't want to know.

Whether a parent willingly gave her up or one of the scientists intentionally bred her for the experiment, the result remains the same. A baby named Mary in honour of the philosophical concept which inspired the horrifying experiment, was placed in a white, windowless, foam-padded cell. She was blindfolded whenever her nurse entered the rim to provide food, formula and fresh clothes.

Always the same black onesie with coverings like mittens and socks to cover her hands and feet. She was also made to wear a facial covering akin to a balaclava, which covered her face, There was no mouth slit to avoid her seeing the colour of her lips, and she wore black contacts in her eyes. Equally, Nanny wore exactly the same attire every time she entered the room. To put it simply, Mary's daily outfit was horrid.

Barely any more humane than a straight jacket and a bag over the head. There was no room for error. Mary was watched by at least one person at all hours of the day and night. Should she get curious and try to sneak a peek at the colour of her skin or eyes, she would receive 100 volts in the collar attached to her neck. But more terrifying than that was the simple fact that Mary was well-trained. So well-trained that she never, in her 18 years of imprisonment, even attempted to take a peek at her skin.

she was such a willing prisoner, having never known anything else, that I think she would have stayed in her room even if the door had been standing ajar. This initially seemed excessive, given that copious measures had been taken to ensure no reflective surfaces would be allowed within the room. Even the television monitor was fitted with an antique glare screen. However, scientists were paranoid that Mary might somehow catch a glimpse of her green eyes. Even seeing her pale peach-coloured skin would have dirtied the results of the experiment. Black and white, those were the only shades that Mary was permitted to see.

And when Mary started walking and talking, Nanny stopped entering the room entirely. fresh food and clothes were delivered through a horizontal slit in the steel door and Mary was always instructed to wear a blindfold before changing or using the bathroom which comprised of a white porcelain toilet and a black showerhead fixed to the foam wall revoltingly both were exposed in that titchy room of hers entire world was a box stretching a mere four-mear across all three dimensions. I wanted to save her numerous times over the years.

Wanted to leave that horrid place behind. But I'm a coward, besides we wouldn't have got far. There is no running from these people. And the agency isn't even the greatest horror of this story. On Mary's 18th birthday, Dr. Robson delivered a thrilling message over the speaker. Thank you. Will there be chocolate cake this year? I wasn't fond of the lemon.

Last year you see. I'll see color. Any sane and well-developed human in the outside world would have simply been glad to have freedom. But Mary had no concept of freedom, no concept of a prison. She had no understanding that this childhood had been abnormal. Worse than abnormal. Inhuman. To keep Mary compliant, her schooling had been rigid, with books that purposely omitted any dangerous ideas. The result of that, a girl relishing at the opportunity to not escape from her prison, but to simply see colour. Yes, Mary. We watched live footage filmed on a closed circuit camera from our operational room.

Pardon the interruption and how unfortunate, just when things were beginning to unfold for our dear Mary. It appears a consignor is outback that I must tend to. Tell you what, let me go take care of things and I'll be right back. The message. I've been cleaning up a couple messes. One of them is, you know, including McQueen's Candelabra. really need to vet the people that you sell these things to just a little bit better. Like one of those old school... The thing is, you know, grabbing books and added benefits to wearing this thing is it sticks like a ghost.

Now it's a benefit and kind of a curse because the reason I came across this thing is the kid was wearing it and he was walking around his house all when the sheet kind of got stuck. They had to call the fire department, they got up the drywall on everything. But like I said, it's kind of an odd one. Anyways, I got to fold it up in the backseat of my car. Give me a call. You know the number. You certainly do perpetuate the darkness. Your name was not only written on the package.

It was madly scrawled across it, maybe hundreds of times. There ain't a spare place on the thing. Another treasure for another time. But now... Let's get back to the matter at hand and catch up with Mary, shall we? Yes, Mary. Nanny is already on her way to fetch you. We watched live footage filmed on a closed circuit camera from our operational room.

Nanny unlocked the weighty entrance to Mary's room, and we all waited with bated breath. Waited as Nanny aided Mary in removing her black headgear. I heard Mary giggling. giggling giddily and unnervingly as the bag was removed from her head and the contacts were removed from her eyes and then as her first experience with a colour other than black or white nanny removed her own black outfit to reveal a striking red dress beneath does this feel like a new experience mary robson asked with a hint of impatience seemingly oblivious to nanny's discomfort It was plainly clear to me, even through the grainy camera footage. Yes. Yes, I know that, Mary.

But so have I. How does it feel to experience true color for the first time? We're seeing some interesting brain activity on the screen here, but your words would really help us to... I'm not talking about the red. And then she jabbed an accusatory finger at Nanny's dress in a way that frightened me. Certainly frightened Nanny who jumped backwards. There was something you were leaving out of the books and TV shows over the years. What are you saying, Mary?

I won't understand. Red and the second color. The color you didn't describe in the books. None of the adjectives you've used describe this one. Red is just as stark, powerful, and passionate as described. The color blue of Nanny's eyes is as soothing and tender as described. But this other color on her dress is just...

What other color? It's just red, Mary. Right here! She lunged forwards and prodded Nanny in the abdomen. The woman in the red dress jumped backwards clutching her stomach, and then Mary's eyes went wide. moving her finger up to Nanny's face, as he put an image up on Mary's television set. Which one of those is it?

Mary's eyes shot to the television screen and quickly scanned the 12 main colors. It's not one of those. Not a different shade of one of those. It's a different color. There are 10 million possible permutations of colors, Mary. Perhaps you just... No, Dr. Lompson. The girl interrupted, panting heavily as her eyes.

eyes darted back to Nanny's face, studying it. I understand how shades work. The shade of blue on the screen differs from the color of Nanny's eyes, but that other color, it wasn't included on the screen. It was... Mary stopped, and her eyes widened. I know you didn't mean to... Not you.

Before leaning forwards and trying to look into Nanny's mouth. I think we've done enough for it today. We'll do more tomorrow, so... I wasn't supposed to see it. Shooting backwards, clunking into the foam wall, then seizing clumps of her straggly hair. Oh, God. To Robson's side, then pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. It had already spun on her heel to leave.

She would have done so regardless of whether Robson gave her permission, as Mary was clearly disturbing her. But she barely took one step before her body fixed itself to the floor. And then Nanny, juddered like a fleshy bubblehead. I was overcome by a warm sensation across my skin. And a moment's later, there came a thunderous explosion. Skin slew into the walls from a red eruption of dress fragments, blood and guts.

Nanny had spontaneously imploded. Screams filled the operating room. Some fled, some fainted, and others simply froze. I don't know whether any of them noticed it. Notice Mary, clawing out her eyes, leaving streaks of blood and tears across her cheeks as mere minutes after seeing colour for the first time. She ensured that she would never see anything else ever again. As I saw a trail of blood run from Nanny's destructed corpse towards the front door,

clearly painted by something unseen. A deep dread filled my chest. Realised that my fleeing colleagues had the right idea, so I followed, fled in fear, leaving Dr. Robson and my frozen co-workers behind. I don't remember leaving the building, getting in my car and going home. But I must have done those things,

otherwise I wouldn't be here for all of you. It's been four hours. Four hours since Mary saw colour for the first time. Saw a colour that none of us saw. What was it? Why could only Mary see? Thank you for your patronage. Hope you enjoyed your new relic as much as I've enjoyed passing along its sordid history.

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During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, Only for you, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lot 075. Mary was born in a black and white room. Scientists didn't let her see colors until she turned 18. Written by Dominic Eagle. For more of his work, visit Black Volumes on YouTube.

Narrated by Fiona Thrail. Starring Mark Redfield as Dr. Robson, De Quintero as Mary. Romney Evans as Nanny. featuring Stephen Knowles as the antique dealer. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. Additional music by Coag and Vivek Abyshech.

The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod. Call the Antiquarium at 646-481-7197.