Welcome to Night Vale - Bonus - Ghost Stories

Episode Date: May 12, 2017

A bonus excerpt from our just released live recording Ghost Stories. Over two hours of brand new Night Vale. Available now at nightvale.bandcamp.com Or on iTunes, right here. See us live: http://www.welcometonightvale.com/live/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

These are excerpts from our live show Ghost Stories, a full live recording of which is available right now on nightfail.bancamp.com or on iTunes. This is over two hours of brand new Nightfail, including what you're about to hear right now. A public service announcement. After a few recent wildfires, the Nightfail Fire Department would like to remind our listeners about fire safety. They began a new campaign to help parents talk to their kids about this important civic issue. The campaign is called Your Treachery Has Been Noted. And the mascot is this adorable cartoon vulture with a camera for a face. Fire Chief Ramona Incarnacion said it's important for parents to teach their kids about the three R's of fire prevention.

Relent, renounce, repent. She said that most common house fires and wildfires are started by your kids. And here she pointed straight at you. And then she said those children came from your body. And then she reched. As part of the campaign, the fire department issued a pamphlet to help parents with the education process. Now this pamphlet is adorned with colorful drawings of pyramids and floating eyes, you know, to make it more relatable. to teens.

And these pamphlets will be distributed to all Night Vale public school students via repeating audio loops while they sleep. And now listeners, a ghost story. My ghost story. It begins

10 years ago on a night, just like heavy fog covered the town of Nightvale, turning the world into a blurry approximation, familiar landmarks into educated guesses, no stars, and the full moon diffused by the mist into a soft, feeble light from all around. A man was driving down a dark road, there were no other cars around, and on the side of the road, up ahead. He saw a figure, a figure made strange by the half-hearted moon.

A brief pause in a long fog. Now the figure had its hand up. It did not thumb a ride, but instead gave a languid wave, more of a summits than a request. And the man shivered, for he knew that it was on this very stretch of road, one year to the day before that day that was ten years ago on a night just like tonight. The old mill Finally burned down And when it went

There was a woman inside of it Now, it's hard to fathom why she was there In that abandoned, disused mill, but she was And the unthinkable happened Without anyone having to think of it At all And since then, it has been said that in the darkest hours Of the darkest nights

A young woman flags down cars on the side of the road where the old mill used to be. And if they're foolish enough to let her into the car, she stares directly at the driver. And if the driver is foolish enough to look her in the eyes even once, she takes them to her home, a dark, eternal place from which no one ever returns. Still, he couldn't leave behind what could be a person in need of aid

just because of some spooky old story. So he pulled over. And the figure reached out her hand and opened the passenger door, and there was a cold breath. Air from dead lungs and the mist curled into the car, and the figure sat. And the driver was careful to look not too closely or for too long. Um, uh, where are you headed? The man said, but the figure was silent.

So he began to drive once again, and the fog billowed as he drove, and he could swear that he could see that old mill as it had once stood, leaning, and ramshackle. Now, that mill had not been in working order in decades. It was probably just its time to go when it burned, but still, he mourned the loss of what had been a part of his town. Where too?

He said again, without turning or looking at his passenger. And the figure spoke. The figure spoke with a voice that sounded like a body hitting, freezing water, like the distant thud in an old house in the smallest hours of the night. The figure said, you know where I want, pressed the gas harder, and he stared unblinkingly at the road because he knew that the figure's face was only inches away now and staring directly at him. I'll listen to me, yammer on.

You know, I really should get to some of the other business of community radio or station management will just kill me. At least I hope that's all that. That is just about six minutes out of two hours of material available on the ghost stories live recording. Get it now at nightvail.bantam.com or on iTunes just by, you know, searching nightvail. Hey, if you like our live shows, our newest live show, All Hail, which is about a certain glowing cloud you might know, is touring this year.

There's a tour in the U.S. this July, and then we're touring Europe and the UK this September and October. This show is a lot of fun. Come to the fun with us. Tickets at welcome to nightfail.com and click on live shows. All right.