Welcome to Night Vale - 72 - Well of Night

Episode Date: August 15, 2015

Chanting dancers keep the town up all night. Plus, a seance at Dark Owl Records, traffic congestion in downtown, and a fireworks spectacular. Weather: "Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad (andrewjacksonjihad.com) Night Vale Tour Dates, Books & More: welcometonightvale.com. Music: Disparition, disparition.info. Logo: Rob Wilson, robwilsonwork.com. Produced by Night Vale Presents. Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor. Narrated by Cecil Baldwin. More Info: welcometonightvale.com, and follow @NightValeRadio on Twitter or Facebook. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Howdy y'all. It is Jeffrey Craneer. I'm not sure which episode of Welcome to Nightville you're listening to, but I am speaking to you from April of 2026. And I'm here to tell you we're going to be in Europe. If you want to see Nightville live and you're going to be in Europe, come check us out at the end of May. We're going to be in Edinburgh on May the 27th. We will be in Manchester on the 28th, London on the 29th, and Amsterdam on May the 30th. Just go to Welcome to Nightville.com slash live to see the show dates and to get your tickets. This is. our newest Nightville live show Murder Night in Blood Forest. It is so much fun. Please come check it out. Also, coming up this month here in April, it is the return of Alice Isn't Dead, brand new episodes of our other crazy hit podcast. This is written by Joseph Fink, produced and with music by Dysperition and starring Jacique and Nicole. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice Isn't Dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally, speaking of other shows, do you want to hear us talk about other things? things. We have three other really great chat shows. First of all, there's Good Morning Nightvale for all of your Nightvale needs. You can hear Hal, Meg, and Symphony talk about every single

episode in order of Welcome to Nightvail. Also, we have Random Horror Number Nine. That is me and Nightville star Cecil Baldwin talking about horror movies one at a time in a random order. And then Joseph and Meg do best, worst, which is a really fun podcast where they look at hit TV shows and they review the best rated on IMDB, the worst rated on IMDB, and if you're a Patreon member, they will review the middleest rated on IMDB. So check out all of those at nightfallpresents.com or just wherever you get your podcast. And hey, thanks. Kill it with kindness. And if that fails, kill it with sharp sticks or knives. Welcome to Nightvale. I didn't sleep well last night. I imagine none of you slept well last night, what with all the chanting and stomping. I could see from my window a stark white V opening skyward just to the south of our apartment. With its inverted cone, long shadows cutting in and out, a vertical static. I could hear a distant, repeated shaboard.

hand. Something like that. Again, that's not so unusual. When you live in a city long enough, you get used to the nighttime noise of car alarms or howls of stray cats, or the occasional carolers crouching by your front door singing about some new god they invented in a nightclub. It's basic urban life. But this chant was different. I first heard only the shouts of one or two people. Bar-da-va, whatever the chant was. I figured they were simply college kids who discovered some dinosaur bones,

which I understand is a thing college kids are into these days. Carlos was able to sleep through the sounds. He can sleep through anything. Alarm clocks, heavy construction, even that god-awful screeching the sunrise makes. But I was in and out of light sleep all night. By just before dawn, the handful of chanters had grown to a large crowd. What was that chant?

Wah, wah, wah, wah. I couldn't tell, but there must have been dozens of them. Well, hopefully they keep it down tonight. Let's have a look now at the Community Calendar. Wednesday night, the staff of Dark Owl Records will be holding a solid. seance, to try to reach the ghost of Taylor Swift. They'll be lighting candles and holding hands and playing Swift's newest album, 1879, which was named after the year she was born into a human body, for the 15th time. Record shop owner, Michelle Wynn, says it's important that they get

hold of Swift's ghost, so they can ask her detailed questions about what kind of music she was into back then because, well, the Dark Owl staff is running out of music that no one else has heard of. They want to find music that no longer exists, so they can get into that. Wynne also wants to trash talk Emile Berliner, who was Swift's ex-boyfriend and who totally stole Swift's idea to invent the gramophone. He hated music, Wynne said. He had some pretty fly ties, so, like, I could see he. him inventing a pocket square, but not a turntable. Ugh, did I just use the word fly?

Wynne added. The seance will be from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. and there will be a live DJ, snacks, whispering, and darkness. Thursday afternoon, the Night Vale Community Players will hold auditions for their fall production of David Mamet's Olianna. Director Shandra Richardson wants to take a fresh approach to this controversial play, stating that she plans on removing all of the words and stage directions, instead simply presenting a stage full of actors juggling and or eating things like candles and fruit and rodents.

Richardson says that the original 1992 play took a literal approach to the broad topics of gender and power, and she wants to find a more challenging, metaphorical approach to this difficult material. Talking in English directly about a subject is a very 1990s thing to do. I think we can update this story by stripping it of its language and narrative and just juggling and eating. things, Richardson said. Hopeful actors should meet at 2 p.m. at the rec center and bring their own candles and rodents. Fruit will be provided. No previous acting experience or understanding of any specific language is necessary. Friday night is the Night Vale Alive Firework Spectacular,

put on each month by a vague, yet menacing government agency. Representatives for the event, speaking through other representatives, who we met in disguise, using code names, in an undisclosed location, said this month's Firework Spectacular promises to be the largest and most exciting of the year. You won't want to miss it, the representative whispered from behind a granite-colored Dodge Grand Caravan. But unfortunately, the representative added, you will have to miss it because it is a covert and secret fireworks show. Everyone must stay inside and close all doors and

window coverings. So prepare a picnic and gather the family into the panic room this Friday night. Saturday is already over before it's even begun. Where does the time go? Oh, that's not even a metaphor. This coming Saturday ended weeks ago, but no one knows where it went, or why. An update on last evening's weird lights and chanting. I'm getting word that the gathering of chanters was down by the old well in the south of town. Now, of course, we all know the old well. It's that well that inexplicably appeared a few days ago.

We call it the old well because it's been a really long week this week. But with getting back from vacation and returning to work and school. Plus, it's been super hot here this August. We're all just kind of over it. So like two or three days feels like ages. That well's been there basically forever. Apparently, a couple of people noticed that after sunset, the well emanates a bright light. As they approach the well, their eyes.

and hair disappeared. And they began whispering, well of night, two passers by. They kept repeating the whisper, well of night, to anyone who would listen, but given that it is bad luck to acknowledge a stranger, most people hurried by without paying too close attention. Eventually, someone pulled their car over near the well and asked the whisperers for directions to Chipotle. The whisperers replied, well of night.

And in a blink, the car was gone. And the driver was standing next to the two whisperers, equally eyeless, equally hairless. All three of them shouting, well of life, well of life! The three of them then did a series of moderate calisthenics, where they took large skipping steps, bringing their knees. up to their chests and twirling their arms as straight sticks in conflicting circles above their heads. Or maybe this wasn't calisthenics, but ritual dancing. I'm not sure.

Both are important parts of a solid daily health regimen. More on this as it develops. But first, a look at today's traffic. There's an accident on Galloway Road beneath the O'Reilly Road beneath the O'Reux. overpass of Route 800, everyone is very sorry about what happened. They didn't mean for it to turn out like this. They didn't mean for anything to turn out like it did. It was totally an accident, and everyone apologizes profusely. Can you try to understand how something like this could happen to anyone? Can you try to forgive them? Can you? Emergency crews are on hand to help

clear debris and to offer hugs and empathy to all those affected directly and indirectly. Moving on, there's congestion in downtown right now because of construction, narrowing Somerset down to a single lane. The sheriff's secret police has sent traffic cops down there to shout and scowl and point, which has helped considerably. Oh, it's actually made the traffic worse, but everyone in the traffic feels stronger, more emotionally prepared to deal with adversity than they were before getting in their cars. Tunnels and bridges are completely clear this hour, as they are most hours, because they're either totally secret or off limits to public use. But today they're especially clear of even the black sedans, armored vehicles, and windowless vans that normally clog those

roadways. Listeners, the Nightvale Highway Department would like to remind you to buckle up. Then to hunker down. Then to forget everything. Then to remember everything. Then to open your eyes to what's really going on. Don't you see what's really going on? The highway department would like to call you all sheeple.

Sheeple. They scowl as they roll as they run. roll their eyes. This has been a public service announcement from the Night Vale Highway Department. Here now with a message from today's sponsor is Deb, a sentient patch of haze. Hi, Deb. Hi, human broadcaster. Hello, mortal listeners. It's back to school time again, and the kids still need new clothes, bags, lunches, falconry gear, repelling equipment, and other basic school supplies. So much Where will you find time to go to all of those stores? Well, you don't have to go to a bunch of different stores.

You only need one store. Joanne Fabrics. Cool. I thought Joanne Fabrics only sold fabrics. That's simply untrue. Why would you even say that? Well, I just assumed from the name that Joanne Fabrics... Stop talking!

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You're right. You're right. I'm sorry, Deb. I mean, the thing is, Joanne Fabrics does fabrics better than anyone. So a creative person could make clothes and bags and all kinds of stuff for their kids. You're obsessed with fabrics. Well... Fine. Go on about your fabrics. What do I care about your petty human concerns?

Oh, Carlos bought a nice boutique at Joanne's recently. It's got... You don't know what boutique is. I don't. Joanne Fabrics. What the heck is that? I don't know. I've never heard that voice before.

For all your back-to-school needs. Oh, my God. That's really weird. Yeah, it is. I'm out of here. Okay, uh, bye Deb. Ricks. Listeners, I'm just getting word that right this moment, the old well has begun to cast a ray of darkness upward.

As the sun reached its apex, darkness cut across the bright day in a thin, long V. The chanters, whose numbers have apparently grown into the high hundreds, are doing their strange dance or exercise, around the well and chanting. More and more are joining this throng. I'm being told that all of their eyes are completely overgrown with skin and that their hair doesn't actually fall out.

Apparently, each hair retreats rapidly back into their heads like a scared worm. Uh, I can see from my studio that tall funnel of black against the blue sky and I can faintly hear the chanting. There it is. Wah, wah, wah. Wah, wah. That's it.

That is the chanting I heard last night. Well of night. Well of life. Well of night. Well of life. Listeners, I can feel the power of the chant. I can feel my hair shortening and reentering. and re-entering my scalp.

Oh, that feels so... Uh, so... Rewarding. Well of night. Well of life. My eyes are being covered in skin, but suddenly I can see so much. More than I ever thought possible.

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Oh, those well of life people are watch. But so sweet. I was a bit nervous at first because it's been years since I've been unwillingly inducted into a cult or chanting circle. I kind of thought I'd get there and everyone would see how out of practice I was. And boy, if you saw my kicksteps, you'd know I hadn't done a jumping jack or prayer dance in forever. But here comes old Cecil with his hair withdrawn and his eyes covered in flesh, ripe for the teasing, and they welcomed me without judgment or hesitations.

And I wasn't two steps into their circle before someone drew blood from my neck and everyone cheered. Ah, what fun. Then someone else turned into a bird-like animal, a little furrier than a normal bird, and we all followed it into the well. And down in that well, we all chanted until the bird person touched each of our foreheads with its bird hoof, or whatever birds call their feet. And some of us joined hands and droned for a little bit. A few others were watching baseball highlights, and a few more were enjoying the hummus that someone had made. Then I was back here, skin covering gone from my eyes, hair returned to my scalp. The only thing different is that, Now I'm wearing a black plastic poncho, cat ears, and yellow galoshes.

This was definitely not what I wore to work as I do not own yellow galoshes. They're orange. Well, I don't know. These are kind of orange-ish. The lighting my studio is weird. Maybe these boots are mine. Yeah, I'm wearing exactly what I was wearing before, I think. Anyway, I met some amazing people today.

people I don't remember anything about except the feeling of love and acceptance I felt when I was with them. Their faces and bodies are blurs. But for a short time, we all chanted and did aerobics as one. We all mattered to each other, even though we knew we didn't matter at all. That seems wrong, I know, but two conflicting things can exist simultaneously, and they did. And it was a great, moment. One I will cherish. And one I hope to never have again because it would be ruined by the unattainable perfection of nostalgia. Ah, the old well is gone now. In its place, a barely noticeable bulge in the earth, slightly pink and soft to the touch. The Parks Department has already erected a historic plaque to commemorate the well. The plaque reads, Nothing unusual happened to

here or will happen here, you have been photographed reading this plaque. What were you hoping to learn? Stay to next for less of what you once were, but more of what you think you are. Good night, Nightvale, good night. Welcome to Nightvale is a production of Nightvail Presents. It is written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Craneer and produced by Joseph Fink. The voice of Nightvail is Cecil Baldwin. The voice of Deb was Meg Beershwinner. Original music by Dysperition. All of it can be found at disparation.com or at disparition.bancamp.com. This episode's weather was Children of God by Andrew Jackson Jihad. Find out more at Andrew Jacksonjihad.com. Comments, questions, email us at info at welcome to nightvale.com or follow us on Twitter at night veil radio check out welcome

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