October 22, 2020 • 15 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Thirteen days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio,
Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron mankey headphones recommended.
Listener discretion advised. His Bark is worse than his bite.
(00:35):
Hello Fred, I see you've taken to exploring the House
and you've chosen the perfect hallway to wander down today.
Come behind these magnificently carved Mahogany doors. Is One of
my favorite parts of the house. Welcome to the Grand Library.
You'll note the vaulted ceilings, of course, and the fresco
(00:57):
depicting the serpent leading eve to an lightenment and all
that followed. The artist was a sweet man, quiet. He
liked to lick his bruscious clean throughout the day. Some
mineral caused him to go quite mad. You'll notice the
increasingly violent imagery at the further stages. Some of the
(01:18):
oldest books in existence resigned here with symbols which have
not been seen by modern eyes. The architect, as you
can guess, was quite the collective. He hoarded knowledge like
a dragon and this was his lair. Did you know
that when the library at Alexandria burned, a small collection
of occult books were spared by a sect of rabbis
(01:41):
who passed them from generation to generation, protecting them until
the architect himself came to possess them. The books have
remained safe here ever since. The pages, filled with strange
secret rounds that predate Alexandria by many centuries have the
intrigue in quality of being both completely alien to the
(02:02):
reader and perfectly understandable. I would not recommend them. Oh My,
it seems we're not alone. Come Out, come out, wherever
you are. No, I should have known. My friend this
is David. He's quite fond of the literary arts. David,
(02:24):
my friend here, is quite the fan of stories. Now
I'll excuse myself. There is a tomb here on the
Great Necropolis of Baghdad that I'm simply dying to read.
A joke, somewhat of a joke. Yeah, I'm here often,
I realized more and more than anywhere else, I think.
(02:46):
But these books, I find them comfortable. You know, the
thing about books is that it's really just a way
to escape, even if only briefly. When I first came
here to this place, someone else are fairly often. He
would sit in that worn red leather chair. I never
saw him coming and going. He was just always here,
(03:06):
like just sort of staring off into the void. Well, anyway,
we we left each other alone. And then one day,
I guess I got a bit too close and he
looked directly at me. His eyes were so sunken, filled
with so much sadness. Then he asked me, what's the
most pain you've ever felt? He was so earnest, you know,
(03:31):
like he needed the answer. Oh, I said nothing. I
just went about my day and carried on with my business. Well,
I kept coming back here, you know, as often as
I could and he was always there, just sitting. After that,
one time he began to speak a little bit more,
but only asked the same question, what's the most pain
you've ever felt? I never replied, but truthfully, though, I
(03:57):
did think about that question and I knew what the
answer was. When our daughter was born, both making his
parents and my parents were there. My father was a
very religious man, but religious in that old school fire
and brimstone away. In his world there were demons and
(04:19):
signs from God, all very, very real. I mean, I
was a believer, sure, but never quite the way he was.
You know. Anyway, when the baby's first party, you think
there's immediately going to be some crying, right, but not
always my father's are. He called it an abomination. She
(04:45):
was born on call, just floating in the embriotic sac
still a whole, like like a big clear egg, very peaceful,
like she was still in the womb. It's harmless really,
just very rare and kind of beautiful. But to my
father the call was a curse, a mark. My views right,
(05:09):
even if he's the one that brought in on us.
Elizabeth was such a beautiful child, man, but you know,
I guess everybody says that about their own babies. She
hardly ever cried. She was just happy. You know, our
parents helped with babysitting when I got back to work,
but my father, we usually refused to come over and
(05:33):
when he did he just stared at her and read
Bible verses. There was so much hatred and rage in
that man's eyes, he'd say. And when he called on
to him his twelve disciples, he gave them power against
unclean spirits, to cast them out and to hear all
manner of sickness and all manner of disease. Elizabeth was
(05:56):
no goddamn disease. That was my child. This when I
went for months, the rift between US and my father
it grew in and my parents the visits became less frequent,
until father just stopped showing up, and eventually so did
my mom. Honestly, I thought they were just done with us,
with Elizabeth. I was upset at first, but eventually that
(06:21):
faded and a baby girl was the best thing that
ever happened. She was a world. That first year was
something else. I definitely didn't want it to end. You know,
I've heard other parents say that they feel sad sometimes
watching their children grow up and knowing that the kids
(06:42):
won't need them anymore. But that's life, right. Kids grow up,
sometimes they don't. Do you remember the last thing you
said to someone you cared about this morning or yesterday
(07:03):
or whenever it was? Did you tell them you love them,
nor how much they added to your life? Yeah, I
doubt it, but that's what happens. You take something for granted,
you take someone for granted. Very last words I said
to my wife or don't worry about dinner, I'll pick
(07:26):
something up. I would text her at lunch and she
would send me pictures of Elizabeth when, you know, she
did something cute which was always and I never got
tired of it. This Day, there were no pictures, no
text no replies. It's weird. Or maybe she's busy. Maybe
(07:49):
maybe Elizabeth threw up or had diarrhea, or maybe they're playing,
you know, I don't know. I started to get worried, though.
I couldn't take it anymore and I left. I kept
telling myself everything was fine. I'm just playing or making
(08:10):
drop the phone in the toilet or something, I don't know.
Despite the panic, I opened the front doors as slowly
as I couldn't tiptoe in. I thought maybe they were
just napping and I didn't want to wake them. Different
Creek and every floorboard seemed to amplify when you're trying
to be quiet, you know, especially when there's a sleeping baby. Well,
(08:33):
you know, I could clearly see that they weren't on
the couch, and then I heard a creek to my left,
so I quickly called out to my wife, Megan. No reply,
so I turned to the sound and everything went black.
(08:59):
I'm oping the trunk of a car. Hands and ankles
were tied. I tried to listen to see what was
going on highway. Maybe I heard some music. Every now
and again, but it was a was just noise. And
when that trunk opened after being in the dark for
so long, for a split second my father looked like
(09:22):
an angel descended from heaven to save his only son.
And then he hit me again. I came to a
second time, tape around my mouth. Now I knew this place,
small church, from my father preached when me and Megan
(09:45):
were married. He strapped me into a chair in the
middle of the aisle and the pews we were filled,
filled with my father's followers, all hanging on his every
last word. And he said, I baptize you with water
for repentance, but after me comes one who is more
(10:07):
powerful than I, who sandals I'm not worthy to carry.
He who baptize you with Holy Spirit and fire. All
churches like this. When they do Baptisms, they dump people
all the way under. My father was there in the
ceremonial robes, standing waist deep in the font. Next time
(10:27):
was making arms pound the table across her mouth. She
was shivering and and bloody. I could hear her muffled
cries under the sermon. I felt so hard to get
out of the ropes and I was so focused on Megan.
I didn't even see it. My father was holding Elizabeth.
(10:50):
She was always so quiet, so perfect. I watched as
he bless my wife and her daughter. He said he
was watching him with a curse, rebuking the abomination our
daughter Lizabeth. Lizabeth was first so we can both watch.
(11:15):
Amen as hollow. He's from the Cherry crowd, and I
struggled against my restraints until I could feel the warm
blood dripping down my wrists. Last thing I remember, through
all the screaming and the tears, with my father's voice.
(11:41):
After he drowned my daughter and my wife. He put
his hands on my shoulder and leaked in, but he
said You, Oh my son, oh my love you, I
am well pleased. What's the most pain you've ever felt? Yeah,
(12:13):
that would have been the answer I gave him, but
I never didn't get to tell that old cook because
one day he just wasn't there anymore. I miss him.
Every time you asked me that question, he forced me
to remember for one brief moment, I got to see
(12:35):
Ellistma again, my friend. While on the hunt for a
(13:05):
history book, I found this Ancient Tome of dream divination
on the architect's private shelf. You'll notice pages marked here
and here, a Palette, a Maelstrom of a portal. What
say you? Perhaps a clue to his intentions in building
our door? You're right, too soon to tell, I suppose.
We shall see. I can tell by your look that
(13:28):
you have a first for more than just knowledge. Perhaps tomorrow,
for a nice change of pace, reconvisit the sunset lounge
for a few libations. Be a dear and at least
not excellent drinks. It is. Enjoy perusing the stacks, but
don't trust everything you read. Thirteen days of Halloween was
(13:53):
created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams and executive produced
by Erin Manky, starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker.
Today's story was written by Matt Riddle, performed by David
Chin and directed by Matt Frederick, with editing and sound
designed by Ben Kybrick, additional writing and script supervision from
Nicholas Takowski casting by Jessica loser. Only nine days remain.
(14:18):
Tomorrow another story. Grab my phone, turn on flashlight, APP
found a baseball bad stash by my bed and made
my waits the front door. M stood there. Who is it?
Hey tell me he have to. Thirteen days of Halloween
(14:49):
is a production of I heart radio, Blumhouse television and
Grimm and mild from Aaron Nankey. For more podcasts from
my heart radio, visit the I heart radio APP, apple
podcasts or wherever you listen to your favorite shows, and
learn more about thirteen days of Halloween at Grimm and
mild dot com. m
Thirteen days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio,
Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron mankey headphones recommended.
Listener discretion advised. His Bark is worse than his bite.
(00:35):
Hello Fred, I see you've taken to exploring the House
and you've chosen the perfect hallway to wander down today.
Come behind these magnificently carved Mahogany doors. Is One of
my favorite parts of the house. Welcome to the Grand Library.
You'll note the vaulted ceilings, of course, and the fresco
(00:57):
depicting the serpent leading eve to an lightenment and all
that followed. The artist was a sweet man, quiet. He
liked to lick his bruscious clean throughout the day. Some
mineral caused him to go quite mad. You'll notice the
increasingly violent imagery at the further stages. Some of the
(01:18):
oldest books in existence resigned here with symbols which have
not been seen by modern eyes. The architect, as you
can guess, was quite the collective. He hoarded knowledge like
a dragon and this was his lair. Did you know
that when the library at Alexandria burned, a small collection
of occult books were spared by a sect of rabbis
(01:41):
who passed them from generation to generation, protecting them until
the architect himself came to possess them. The books have
remained safe here ever since. The pages, filled with strange
secret rounds that predate Alexandria by many centuries have the
intrigue in quality of being both completely alien to the
(02:02):
reader and perfectly understandable. I would not recommend them. Oh My,
it seems we're not alone. Come Out, come out, wherever
you are. No, I should have known. My friend this
is David. He's quite fond of the literary arts. David,
(02:24):
my friend here, is quite the fan of stories. Now
I'll excuse myself. There is a tomb here on the
Great Necropolis of Baghdad that I'm simply dying to read.
A joke, somewhat of a joke. Yeah, I'm here often,
I realized more and more than anywhere else, I think.
(02:46):
But these books, I find them comfortable. You know, the
thing about books is that it's really just a way
to escape, even if only briefly. When I first came
here to this place, someone else are fairly often. He
would sit in that worn red leather chair. I never
saw him coming and going. He was just always here,
(03:06):
like just sort of staring off into the void. Well, anyway,
we we left each other alone. And then one day,
I guess I got a bit too close and he
looked directly at me. His eyes were so sunken, filled
with so much sadness. Then he asked me, what's the
most pain you've ever felt? He was so earnest, you know,
(03:31):
like he needed the answer. Oh, I said nothing. I
just went about my day and carried on with my business. Well,
I kept coming back here, you know, as often as
I could and he was always there, just sitting. After that,
one time he began to speak a little bit more,
but only asked the same question, what's the most pain
you've ever felt? I never replied, but truthfully, though, I
(03:57):
did think about that question and I knew what the
answer was. When our daughter was born, both making his
parents and my parents were there. My father was a
very religious man, but religious in that old school fire
and brimstone away. In his world there were demons and
(04:19):
signs from God, all very, very real. I mean, I
was a believer, sure, but never quite the way he was.
You know. Anyway, when the baby's first party, you think
there's immediately going to be some crying, right, but not
always my father's are. He called it an abomination. She
(04:45):
was born on call, just floating in the embriotic sac
still a whole, like like a big clear egg, very peaceful,
like she was still in the womb. It's harmless really,
just very rare and kind of beautiful. But to my
father the call was a curse, a mark. My views right,
(05:09):
even if he's the one that brought in on us.
Elizabeth was such a beautiful child, man, but you know,
I guess everybody says that about their own babies. She
hardly ever cried. She was just happy. You know, our
parents helped with babysitting when I got back to work,
but my father, we usually refused to come over and
(05:33):
when he did he just stared at her and read
Bible verses. There was so much hatred and rage in
that man's eyes, he'd say. And when he called on
to him his twelve disciples, he gave them power against
unclean spirits, to cast them out and to hear all
manner of sickness and all manner of disease. Elizabeth was
(05:56):
no goddamn disease. That was my child. This when I
went for months, the rift between US and my father
it grew in and my parents the visits became less frequent,
until father just stopped showing up, and eventually so did
my mom. Honestly, I thought they were just done with us,
with Elizabeth. I was upset at first, but eventually that
(06:21):
faded and a baby girl was the best thing that
ever happened. She was a world. That first year was
something else. I definitely didn't want it to end. You know,
I've heard other parents say that they feel sad sometimes
watching their children grow up and knowing that the kids
(06:42):
won't need them anymore. But that's life, right. Kids grow up,
sometimes they don't. Do you remember the last thing you
said to someone you cared about this morning or yesterday
(07:03):
or whenever it was? Did you tell them you love them,
nor how much they added to your life? Yeah, I
doubt it, but that's what happens. You take something for granted,
you take someone for granted. Very last words I said
to my wife or don't worry about dinner, I'll pick
(07:26):
something up. I would text her at lunch and she
would send me pictures of Elizabeth when, you know, she
did something cute which was always and I never got
tired of it. This Day, there were no pictures, no
text no replies. It's weird. Or maybe she's busy. Maybe
(07:49):
maybe Elizabeth threw up or had diarrhea, or maybe they're playing,
you know, I don't know. I started to get worried, though.
I couldn't take it anymore and I left. I kept
telling myself everything was fine. I'm just playing or making
(08:10):
drop the phone in the toilet or something, I don't know.
Despite the panic, I opened the front doors as slowly
as I couldn't tiptoe in. I thought maybe they were
just napping and I didn't want to wake them. Different
Creek and every floorboard seemed to amplify when you're trying
to be quiet, you know, especially when there's a sleeping baby. Well,
(08:33):
you know, I could clearly see that they weren't on
the couch, and then I heard a creek to my left,
so I quickly called out to my wife, Megan. No reply,
so I turned to the sound and everything went black.
(08:59):
I'm oping the trunk of a car. Hands and ankles
were tied. I tried to listen to see what was
going on highway. Maybe I heard some music. Every now
and again, but it was a was just noise. And
when that trunk opened after being in the dark for
so long, for a split second my father looked like
(09:22):
an angel descended from heaven to save his only son.
And then he hit me again. I came to a
second time, tape around my mouth. Now I knew this place,
small church, from my father preached when me and Megan
(09:45):
were married. He strapped me into a chair in the
middle of the aisle and the pews we were filled,
filled with my father's followers, all hanging on his every
last word. And he said, I baptize you with water
for repentance, but after me comes one who is more
(10:07):
powerful than I, who sandals I'm not worthy to carry.
He who baptize you with Holy Spirit and fire. All
churches like this. When they do Baptisms, they dump people
all the way under. My father was there in the
ceremonial robes, standing waist deep in the font. Next time
(10:27):
was making arms pound the table across her mouth. She
was shivering and and bloody. I could hear her muffled
cries under the sermon. I felt so hard to get
out of the ropes and I was so focused on Megan.
I didn't even see it. My father was holding Elizabeth.
(10:50):
She was always so quiet, so perfect. I watched as
he bless my wife and her daughter. He said he
was watching him with a curse, rebuking the abomination our
daughter Lizabeth. Lizabeth was first so we can both watch.
(11:15):
Amen as hollow. He's from the Cherry crowd, and I
struggled against my restraints until I could feel the warm
blood dripping down my wrists. Last thing I remember, through
all the screaming and the tears, with my father's voice.
(11:41):
After he drowned my daughter and my wife. He put
his hands on my shoulder and leaked in, but he
said You, Oh my son, oh my love you, I
am well pleased. What's the most pain you've ever felt? Yeah,
(12:13):
that would have been the answer I gave him, but
I never didn't get to tell that old cook because
one day he just wasn't there anymore. I miss him.
Every time you asked me that question, he forced me
to remember for one brief moment, I got to see
(12:35):
Ellistma again, my friend. While on the hunt for a
(13:05):
history book, I found this Ancient Tome of dream divination
on the architect's private shelf. You'll notice pages marked here
and here, a Palette, a Maelstrom of a portal. What
say you? Perhaps a clue to his intentions in building
our door? You're right, too soon to tell, I suppose.
We shall see. I can tell by your look that
(13:28):
you have a first for more than just knowledge. Perhaps tomorrow,
for a nice change of pace, reconvisit the sunset lounge
for a few libations. Be a dear and at least
not excellent drinks. It is. Enjoy perusing the stacks, but
don't trust everything you read. Thirteen days of Halloween was
(13:53):
created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams and executive produced
by Erin Manky, starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker.
Today's story was written by Matt Riddle, performed by David
Chin and directed by Matt Frederick, with editing and sound
designed by Ben Kybrick, additional writing and script supervision from
Nicholas Takowski casting by Jessica loser. Only nine days remain.
(14:18):
Tomorrow another story. Grab my phone, turn on flashlight, APP
found a baseball bad stash by my bed and made
my waits the front door. M stood there. Who is it?
Hey tell me he have to. Thirteen days of Halloween
(14:49):
is a production of I heart radio, Blumhouse television and
Grimm and mild from Aaron Nankey. For more podcasts from
my heart radio, visit the I heart radio APP, apple
podcasts or wherever you listen to your favorite shows, and
learn more about thirteen days of Halloween at Grimm and
mild dot com. m
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