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Audio Post - Backdated Oct 23rd
Good evening once again, ladies, gentlemen, and Pokemon. And welcome to the Miss Fitz Story Hour, where we spin fantastic tales to delight, shock, and excite. This month, The Random Assortment Players present 'The Black Cofagrigus of Death'! The story is set, the danger is growing... please, stay tuned for the second installment of our Halloween presentation!
ANNOUNCER: Welcome back to our tale. When last we left, our cast of characters were reeling from the death of Uncle Amos, and his dying curse to them all. Forced to reside in the dead man's mansion, a most disturbing event has transpired. We now return to The Black Cofagrigus of Death!
Eerie music, gong sounding.
DAVID: I had been just on the point of falling asleep.
EMILY: Scream
SFX: Doors opening.
DAVID: Mrs. Sawyer, I heard someone scream.
MRS. SAWYER: So did I David.
SFX: Footsteps and more doors.
JOYCE: I thought I heard something.
HAROLD: I know I did. There's David and Mrs. Sawyer, maybe they can tell us what happened.
SFX: Footsteps
HAROLD: Did you two hear anything?
DAVID: It was a scream; at first I thought it might have been you, Joyce. I think it came from the service quarters.
DAVID: Emily.
JOYCE: What did you say David?
DAVID: It'll keep. Come on!
MRS. SAWYER: Do you think it was the housekeeper, David?
DAVID: It has to be.
JOYCE: Maybe she was just startled or something.
HAROLD: Well we'll see in a moment.
JOYCE: That's her room, just down the hall.
MRS. SAWYER: I hope it's not serious.
DAVID: It was serious enough to make her scream. Emily!
SFX: knocking
HAROLD: Emily, is anything wrong?
JOYCE: Try the door, David.
DAVID: Right. It's unlocked.
HAROLD: The light's on in there.
MRS. SAWYER: She's not in her bed...
JOYCE: On the floor!
HAROLD: Maybe she fainted.
DAVID: No, she's dead.
MRS. SAWYER: Look, right beside her, there is a little, broken, black figurine.
Eerie Music
DAVID: Though the police came out and went over everything there were no clues to follow. They said Emily had been strangled but there was no indication as to who might have done it. The police continued their investigation for almost a month but at the end of that time all they could write down in their case book was murder, unsolved.
DAVID: One evening about six weeks after Emily's death Harold, Joyce and I were in the living room.
Music
DAVID: The police said they'd never be able to find out who did it unless something new turned up.
HAROLD: And it probably won't.
JOYCE: The whole thing frightens me. I still remember Uncle Amos' dying words. "And though I die you will see me again. All of you who have hated me and you will know of my presence when you see this. It makes me shudder every time I think of it.
HAROLD: I've been thinking about what he said too, Joyce. I wonder if he could come back?
DAVID: You mean come back after death?
HAROLD: Yes.
DAVID: Don't be a fool, Harold. When a man dies he's dead.
HAROLD: I'm not so sure about that.
JOYCE: You shouldn't talk that way Harold, it, it's frightening.
HAROLD: Would you come out with me to the Mausoleum, Dave?
DAVID: Why?
HAROLD: I don't know, I just want to check, that's all.
JOYCE: I don't think either of you should go.
DAVID: I'll go, Harold.
JOYCE: Well I won't.
HAROLD: That's alright Joyce, no one expects you too. Alright David, let's go.
Music
SFX: footsteps in grass/leaves - crickets, eerie looping music in background
HAROLD: I've always had an interest in the supernatural, David. You know there are certain things that happen, psychic phenomenon that has no normal or natural explanation.
DAVID: I've never seen any.
HAROLD: Nor have I but what's to say that Uncle Amos can't return?
SFX: crickets louder, occasional croak and Pokemon call
HAROLD: Do you have the key?
DAVID: Here, open the door.
SFX: Sound of handling a chain and metal lock. Click of lock opening. Sound of heavy iron gate/door opening.
DAVID: It's a good thing we brought these flashlights.
HAROLD: Yes, it's pretty dark in there. Shall we go in?
DAVID: I guess so.
SFX: sound of shuffling footsteps on stone.
DAVID: I still don't see any reason for coming in here Harold.
HAROLD: There may not be but then again... He's in that crypt over there.
SFX: footsteps on stone
HAROLD: Nothing's been disturbed in here, it looks just like it did when he was placed here.
DAVID: Wait a minute. This wasn't here the day he was buried.
HAROLD: What?
DAVID: This.
HAROLD: Hmm, that's strange. I didn't see that when I came in.
DAVID: You probably weren't looking over there, I wasn't either. Another black little figurine broken just like the others.
Music swells
DAVID: It gave me an eerie sensation, the little figure of the ghostly Pokemon was broken into three pieces. I looked at Harold and he seemed to be as afraid as I was We locked up the mausoleum again and went back to the house. By that time I began to wonder if Uncle Ams was striking back at us from beyond the grave.
DAVID: We said good night about eleven and retired to our rooms.
SFX: sound of ticking clock
DAVID: I couldn't get to sleep. I'd fall into a half doze and then snap out of it again. I felt as if, as if someone were watching me, that there were unseen eyes in the dark waiting for me to fall asleep. I knew it was only my imagination yet that feeling would not go away.
SFX: sound of clock ticking
Music
DAVID: About three o'clock I got out of bed. I decided to return to the mausoleum. As I went out the front door I noticed a light drizzle had sprung up.
SFX: crickets/frogs/wild pokemon
SFX: slow footsteps on gravel.
DAVID: Something drew me toward the mausoleum, a compulsion, an inner force over which I had no control. I walked slowly up the gravel walk to the mausoleum, not noticing the light rain which fell on me. When I was close enough to see the doorway I received a distinct shock, for the door was open and there was a circle of light behind it.
I walked to the door. I tried to get through the door quietly, I jarred it a little and the noise made the figure inside whirl around. In the figure's hand was held a knife!
MRS. SAWYER: David! What are you doing here?
DAVID: I might ask you the same question Mrs. Sawyer.
Gong sounding
ANNOUNCER: And so concludes the second installment of our Halloween tale. Tune in next week for the third and final part. Good night, and pleasant dreams.
ANNOUNCER: Welcome back to our tale. When last we left, our cast of characters were reeling from the death of Uncle Amos, and his dying curse to them all. Forced to reside in the dead man's mansion, a most disturbing event has transpired. We now return to The Black Cofagrigus of Death!
Eerie music, gong sounding.
DAVID: I had been just on the point of falling asleep.
EMILY: Scream
SFX: Doors opening.
DAVID: Mrs. Sawyer, I heard someone scream.
MRS. SAWYER: So did I David.
SFX: Footsteps and more doors.
JOYCE: I thought I heard something.
HAROLD: I know I did. There's David and Mrs. Sawyer, maybe they can tell us what happened.
SFX: Footsteps
HAROLD: Did you two hear anything?
DAVID: It was a scream; at first I thought it might have been you, Joyce. I think it came from the service quarters.
DAVID: Emily.
JOYCE: What did you say David?
DAVID: It'll keep. Come on!
MRS. SAWYER: Do you think it was the housekeeper, David?
DAVID: It has to be.
JOYCE: Maybe she was just startled or something.
HAROLD: Well we'll see in a moment.
JOYCE: That's her room, just down the hall.
MRS. SAWYER: I hope it's not serious.
DAVID: It was serious enough to make her scream. Emily!
SFX: knocking
HAROLD: Emily, is anything wrong?
JOYCE: Try the door, David.
DAVID: Right. It's unlocked.
HAROLD: The light's on in there.
MRS. SAWYER: She's not in her bed...
JOYCE: On the floor!
HAROLD: Maybe she fainted.
DAVID: No, she's dead.
MRS. SAWYER: Look, right beside her, there is a little, broken, black figurine.
Eerie Music
DAVID: Though the police came out and went over everything there were no clues to follow. They said Emily had been strangled but there was no indication as to who might have done it. The police continued their investigation for almost a month but at the end of that time all they could write down in their case book was murder, unsolved.
DAVID: One evening about six weeks after Emily's death Harold, Joyce and I were in the living room.
Music
DAVID: The police said they'd never be able to find out who did it unless something new turned up.
HAROLD: And it probably won't.
JOYCE: The whole thing frightens me. I still remember Uncle Amos' dying words. "And though I die you will see me again. All of you who have hated me and you will know of my presence when you see this. It makes me shudder every time I think of it.
HAROLD: I've been thinking about what he said too, Joyce. I wonder if he could come back?
DAVID: You mean come back after death?
HAROLD: Yes.
DAVID: Don't be a fool, Harold. When a man dies he's dead.
HAROLD: I'm not so sure about that.
JOYCE: You shouldn't talk that way Harold, it, it's frightening.
HAROLD: Would you come out with me to the Mausoleum, Dave?
DAVID: Why?
HAROLD: I don't know, I just want to check, that's all.
JOYCE: I don't think either of you should go.
DAVID: I'll go, Harold.
JOYCE: Well I won't.
HAROLD: That's alright Joyce, no one expects you too. Alright David, let's go.
Music
SFX: footsteps in grass/leaves - crickets, eerie looping music in background
HAROLD: I've always had an interest in the supernatural, David. You know there are certain things that happen, psychic phenomenon that has no normal or natural explanation.
DAVID: I've never seen any.
HAROLD: Nor have I but what's to say that Uncle Amos can't return?
SFX: crickets louder, occasional croak and Pokemon call
HAROLD: Do you have the key?
DAVID: Here, open the door.
SFX: Sound of handling a chain and metal lock. Click of lock opening. Sound of heavy iron gate/door opening.
DAVID: It's a good thing we brought these flashlights.
HAROLD: Yes, it's pretty dark in there. Shall we go in?
DAVID: I guess so.
SFX: sound of shuffling footsteps on stone.
DAVID: I still don't see any reason for coming in here Harold.
HAROLD: There may not be but then again... He's in that crypt over there.
SFX: footsteps on stone
HAROLD: Nothing's been disturbed in here, it looks just like it did when he was placed here.
DAVID: Wait a minute. This wasn't here the day he was buried.
HAROLD: What?
DAVID: This.
HAROLD: Hmm, that's strange. I didn't see that when I came in.
DAVID: You probably weren't looking over there, I wasn't either. Another black little figurine broken just like the others.
Music swells
DAVID: It gave me an eerie sensation, the little figure of the ghostly Pokemon was broken into three pieces. I looked at Harold and he seemed to be as afraid as I was We locked up the mausoleum again and went back to the house. By that time I began to wonder if Uncle Ams was striking back at us from beyond the grave.
DAVID: We said good night about eleven and retired to our rooms.
SFX: sound of ticking clock
DAVID: I couldn't get to sleep. I'd fall into a half doze and then snap out of it again. I felt as if, as if someone were watching me, that there were unseen eyes in the dark waiting for me to fall asleep. I knew it was only my imagination yet that feeling would not go away.
SFX: sound of clock ticking
Music
DAVID: About three o'clock I got out of bed. I decided to return to the mausoleum. As I went out the front door I noticed a light drizzle had sprung up.
SFX: crickets/frogs/wild pokemon
SFX: slow footsteps on gravel.
DAVID: Something drew me toward the mausoleum, a compulsion, an inner force over which I had no control. I walked slowly up the gravel walk to the mausoleum, not noticing the light rain which fell on me. When I was close enough to see the doorway I received a distinct shock, for the door was open and there was a circle of light behind it.
I walked to the door. I tried to get through the door quietly, I jarred it a little and the noise made the figure inside whirl around. In the figure's hand was held a knife!
MRS. SAWYER: David! What are you doing here?
DAVID: I might ask you the same question Mrs. Sawyer.
Gong sounding
ANNOUNCER: And so concludes the second installment of our Halloween tale. Tune in next week for the third and final part. Good night, and pleasant dreams.