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Speaker 1 (00:02):
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. Good evening, friend, welcome to the Sunset Lounge.
(00:30):
Won't you join me at the bar a live astion?
I've just the thing here. The architect, though possessing a
sober mind, wasn't a pot of a little tipple here
and there. He inherited this particular spirit from a small
tavern in Nantucket, which was, in its day, quite popular
(00:53):
with the types of men who spent their lives to see.
The owner, Nathaniel Mulgrave, was a stingy type, particularly when
it came to the fairer sex, particularly when it came
to his bar maid, Oh Lilian, Long Auburn hair and
eyes that changed color with the mood of the ocean,
(01:16):
an ethereal laugh that she gave freely to anyone willing
to earn it, and men who worked to earn it
all the time. and One night a young sailor arrived
in the tavern, causing Lilian to squeal with delight. A
jealous chill overtook Nathaniel, who wasted no time but poisoned
(01:40):
a bottle of fine Oloroso with a small dram of
arsenic that he kept for the rats. He brought it
to the young man, saying a friend of Lilian's, before
returning to the bar to wait. The sailor turned out
to be Lilian's brother and quite a good man. And then,
the end of the night a dozen were dead, including
(02:02):
the beloved Lilian. Nathaniel has tried and executed, of course.
Oh No, don't, don't worry. This isn't that bottle of
all a rods. DRINK UP, drink up. Oh Bravo, Mitch, Bravo.
Oh God, I cannot wait to Entrin to so, Mitch
(02:27):
de Hup, this is my friend who is simply dying
to hear your tale. Ah, if you'll excuse me, listen.
It's naturally you can stop me right here. Just get
(02:48):
up and walk away. It's okay, because what I'm about
to tell you is a key. The key. There are
lots of door to a place there. I shouldn't be.
I once that door is open, that's no closing it again.
(03:08):
All right, I can't say I didn't warn you. This
was quite a few years back now. Friday night after
work me and the rest of the sales department hit
our favorite water and hole to kick off the weekend.
The last call. I wasn't hammering my show. I wasn't
(03:28):
ready to drive. You know the drill I want to
take home. I don't want to go back home to. Eventually,
it was just me, bartender and him, this guy. I
want to look at him, man, you get it. Being
(03:52):
as I was raised to avoid a drop down on
this luck, I made sure to avoid eye contact. But
screw the pouch when I lit up a cigaret at me,
but of course this fool asked me for one. Then
a light. Next thing I know, he's camped out on
the store next to me with a fresh double. Right
(04:14):
off the bat, he asked me for a ride to
his car down the block. I tell him maybe the
walk with doing some good. M H. He grasped my
wrists like we're on the first state of the horrid
moone there waiting, waiting, the children. His eyes, bowls were
(04:35):
terror the children with eyes as it started this night,
I remember those words exactly as a startled to night.
The poetry of it threw me off. I was listening
when I should have been walking. He told me now.
(05:00):
A few nights ago he was at this bar a
few over from the one we were at. When the
place closed, he made his way to his car, got
in and before he could start it up, there was
a tapping on his window. He looked up. Two kids
(05:22):
stood there, teenagers. They looked weird, Pale white skin, long
black hair, with the toss of their faces hidden beneath
White Brim hats. Excuse me to give us all right, please.
(05:46):
Normally he would have just flipped him off and floored it,
but suddenly he was overcome with confusion. Then it struck
terror that seized him. On a biologicalge not that these
kids look her particularly dangerous, but on a gut level
something was off, something was wrong, real wrong. He tried
(06:08):
to leave, but there was a ringing in his ears,
the hum of an invisible engine feeding his skull electricity
and panic. Yeah, as one of them demanded, and he
was about to give reaching for the lock on the
(06:30):
passenger side, he noticed their eyes started started to night.
I started tonight. How kind of myth right there, down
my beer without a word walked out the bar. By
the time I got to my car, I was curious.
(06:53):
It's like a car wreck. You know there's nothing to see,
but I gotta see it for yourself anyway. Mh. I
come up on his car, slow down, scope the scene.
No one there. Everything he told me. It was just
(07:14):
a bunch of two shadows stepped from around the car
into the light. Still knew better than the God, but
I couldn't help myself. Something in the way they moved.
Nice sleep walkers, played at the wrong speed. I found
(07:35):
myself transfixed. It was like watching someone else's bad dream.
Next thing I know they stepping in front of my car,
into my head. I said him up. I veered around
them and put the pellets of the metal. I looked
in the rear view mirror. No alms there. Got Home,
(08:03):
pop open another beer, passed out in front of TV.
In the story, so I thought. Welcome to the power
flickering on and off, plans to sleeping, then going dead,
(08:27):
then beeping again. I lay there for I don't know
how long, unable to go back to sleep, but eventually
I began to drift off. I drawed awake, wait to
(08:48):
see if it was a dream. Lay Back Down, pretended
to be asleep, hoping whoever it was would would take
a hint and piss off, grabbed my phone, turned on
the flashlight. Out I found a baseball bad stashed by
my bed and made my way to the front door.
(09:09):
M Hmm, stood there. Who is it? He tell me.
Our carts are a lot of trouble. You have to
open the door please. There was an urgency in the
(09:30):
voice that that I couldn't refuse. I brought the bat
against the wall, ensuring it was it was in grabbing distance.
Ben My hand. Shaking Open door, I raising a flashlight
from behind the screen door. A little boy and an
(09:51):
equally little girl stood there, shouting their faces from the glare.
You have to let us there was something off about them.
They didn't move except to keep the life from their eyes.
When I asked them what happened, they just repeated the
same words us. Yeah, I caught a whiff of something,
(10:19):
stench of rotten. Next, but more accurate, and just then,
my grain knife jasp me between the eyes. Please you
yere us. Then I heard it humming in my ears,
(10:40):
surge of power thriving through the skull, drowning out my thoughts.
M Hm oh, suddenly I can't help myself. Of course
I would let them in, and all made perfect sense.
(11:02):
Just as I reached for the screen door to unlock it,
I phone it up their faces and there was eyes
the starllars night. I snapped out of it slammed the
door down. That won one. All of a sudden my
(11:25):
phone's got no service. The powers how many of my
skull again? It was making me dizzy and I stumbled back.
They stood there knocking on the door until dawn. That's
when the power came back home, my phone started working
again and they went away. I almost called out sick,
(11:49):
but I was too freaked out to stay home alone.
I worked through the day and the more I dwelled
on him, the more I realized that it must have
been a nightmare, not the war. Until the next night,
that buzzing noise in my skull again. I know, yeah, yeah,
(12:18):
they were standing in the bushes outside my window. They
clawed at the glass and then try and open in
the window. When that didn't work, I can hear them
scirting around, making their way through the backyard searching from
our opening. They kept at it until down and then disappeared.
(12:41):
I knew if I phoned the costly just I just
think I was crazy. So I called my therapist told
her my story in detail. She told me I was
just a victim of a prank, but agreed to pounce
me in the next day. That night I finally slept
(13:02):
free of any interruptions. When I showed up for my
session the following afternoon, my therapist hand shown up and
wasn't returning any calls. I think I knew even then
what happened later back home, the power died again, and
right on cue, only this time they knocked on the
(13:27):
door to my bedroom. They rattled the door now told
me they knew I could hear them, that I needed
open the door let the men. I could hear them
rummaging around my home, knocking on different walls, making their
way to the to add it to Claude the ceiling.
(13:47):
All night it went on. I didn't know what to do,
but we called my best friend. I told him everything.
Begged him to come over that night to wait with me,
to prove me crazy, you're saying. Reluctantly, my request was granted.
He promised to come by after work that night. He
(14:11):
didn't show up, and neither did the black eyed children.
That's when I figured it out. Being invaded not just
our nation, but the whole damn planet. They're not traveling here,
no UFO, or there's some gateway to hell like in
(14:32):
the movies. H M HMM. They come here their stories,
stories about children, eyes starvus night that, once heard, opens
the door for them to the listeners world. But there's
(14:52):
a way out. Oh Yea to do. Let's passed the
story along to some other poor sucker. Only then did
they let you sleep, but only for a night. It
provides incentive for you to find an audience for them,
an audience for them to enter our world through. which
(15:15):
brings me to you. I know you don't believe me,
at least not until they come knocking on your door,
but when they do, you have a choice to make.
Let them in or tell their story. M H tragic? No,
(16:14):
but there he sits every evening until the sun departs
to night. He'll continue on well past the witching hour,
and that's thanks to you. So much power exists in
the simple act of listening. A word of warning to you.
If to night you hear a knock on your door,
(16:37):
perhaps best to let them believe that you're not in.
Just roll over and go back to sleep, no matter
how insistent they may become well, my friend, you look
tired and the evening does seem to be wearing on.
We have much yet to explore in the days ahead
if we're going to find that door. One more thing.
(17:02):
You'll find complimentary air plugs in the washroom cabinet. That
is safe than sorry. How do you make flights of
Angels Sing Thee to Thy Wrist? Thirteen days of Halloween
(17:23):
was created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams and executive
produced by Aaron Manky, starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker.
Today's story was written by Robert Mosca, performed by Jason
Williams and directed by Matt Frederick, with editing and sound
designed by Trevor Young, additional writing and script supervision from
Nicholas Dakowski casting by Jessica loser. Only eight days remain.
(17:49):
Tomorrow another story. Sometimes newborn children open their eyes and
see the sun or Bright Blue Star in the darkness
and they think it sees them as well and they
smile and they are beautiful. For some people, he said,
it's a day, a night on the water, a graduation walk,
(18:10):
a glory. That was their room. For some people it's
a moment and they often do not see it when
it happens. To see it to be seen. They look
back years later and they think I was beautiful. Thirteen
days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio,
(18:33):
Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron Bankey. 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 grim and mild dot com.
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. Good evening, friend, welcome to the Sunset Lounge.
(00:30):
Won't you join me at the bar a live astion?
I've just the thing here. The architect, though possessing a
sober mind, wasn't a pot of a little tipple here
and there. He inherited this particular spirit from a small
tavern in Nantucket, which was, in its day, quite popular
(00:53):
with the types of men who spent their lives to see.
The owner, Nathaniel Mulgrave, was a stingy type, particularly when
it came to the fairer sex, particularly when it came
to his bar maid, Oh Lilian, Long Auburn hair and
eyes that changed color with the mood of the ocean,
(01:16):
an ethereal laugh that she gave freely to anyone willing
to earn it, and men who worked to earn it
all the time. and One night a young sailor arrived
in the tavern, causing Lilian to squeal with delight. A
jealous chill overtook Nathaniel, who wasted no time but poisoned
(01:40):
a bottle of fine Oloroso with a small dram of
arsenic that he kept for the rats. He brought it
to the young man, saying a friend of Lilian's, before
returning to the bar to wait. The sailor turned out
to be Lilian's brother and quite a good man. And then,
the end of the night a dozen were dead, including
(02:02):
the beloved Lilian. Nathaniel has tried and executed, of course.
Oh No, don't, don't worry. This isn't that bottle of
all a rods. DRINK UP, drink up. Oh Bravo, Mitch, Bravo.
Oh God, I cannot wait to Entrin to so, Mitch
(02:27):
de Hup, this is my friend who is simply dying
to hear your tale. Ah, if you'll excuse me, listen.
It's naturally you can stop me right here. Just get
(02:48):
up and walk away. It's okay, because what I'm about
to tell you is a key. The key. There are
lots of door to a place there. I shouldn't be.
I once that door is open, that's no closing it again.
(03:08):
All right, I can't say I didn't warn you. This
was quite a few years back now. Friday night after
work me and the rest of the sales department hit
our favorite water and hole to kick off the weekend.
The last call. I wasn't hammering my show. I wasn't
(03:28):
ready to drive. You know the drill I want to
take home. I don't want to go back home to. Eventually,
it was just me, bartender and him, this guy. I
want to look at him, man, you get it. Being
(03:52):
as I was raised to avoid a drop down on
this luck, I made sure to avoid eye contact. But
screw the pouch when I lit up a cigaret at me,
but of course this fool asked me for one. Then
a light. Next thing I know, he's camped out on
the store next to me with a fresh double. Right
(04:14):
off the bat, he asked me for a ride to
his car down the block. I tell him maybe the
walk with doing some good. M H. He grasped my
wrists like we're on the first state of the horrid
moone there waiting, waiting, the children. His eyes, bowls were
(04:35):
terror the children with eyes as it started this night,
I remember those words exactly as a startled to night.
The poetry of it threw me off. I was listening
when I should have been walking. He told me now.
(05:00):
A few nights ago he was at this bar a
few over from the one we were at. When the
place closed, he made his way to his car, got
in and before he could start it up, there was
a tapping on his window. He looked up. Two kids
(05:22):
stood there, teenagers. They looked weird, Pale white skin, long
black hair, with the toss of their faces hidden beneath
White Brim hats. Excuse me to give us all right, please.
(05:46):
Normally he would have just flipped him off and floored it,
but suddenly he was overcome with confusion. Then it struck
terror that seized him. On a biologicalge not that these
kids look her particularly dangerous, but on a gut level
something was off, something was wrong, real wrong. He tried
(06:08):
to leave, but there was a ringing in his ears,
the hum of an invisible engine feeding his skull electricity
and panic. Yeah, as one of them demanded, and he
was about to give reaching for the lock on the
(06:30):
passenger side, he noticed their eyes started started to night.
I started tonight. How kind of myth right there, down
my beer without a word walked out the bar. By
the time I got to my car, I was curious.
(06:53):
It's like a car wreck. You know there's nothing to see,
but I gotta see it for yourself anyway. Mh. I
come up on his car, slow down, scope the scene.
No one there. Everything he told me. It was just
(07:14):
a bunch of two shadows stepped from around the car
into the light. Still knew better than the God, but
I couldn't help myself. Something in the way they moved.
Nice sleep walkers, played at the wrong speed. I found
(07:35):
myself transfixed. It was like watching someone else's bad dream.
Next thing I know they stepping in front of my car,
into my head. I said him up. I veered around
them and put the pellets of the metal. I looked
in the rear view mirror. No alms there. Got Home,
(08:03):
pop open another beer, passed out in front of TV.
In the story, so I thought. Welcome to the power
flickering on and off, plans to sleeping, then going dead,
(08:27):
then beeping again. I lay there for I don't know
how long, unable to go back to sleep, but eventually
I began to drift off. I drawed awake, wait to
(08:48):
see if it was a dream. Lay Back Down, pretended
to be asleep, hoping whoever it was would would take
a hint and piss off, grabbed my phone, turned on
the flashlight. Out I found a baseball bad stashed by
my bed and made my way to the front door.
(09:09):
M Hmm, stood there. Who is it? He tell me.
Our carts are a lot of trouble. You have to
open the door please. There was an urgency in the
(09:30):
voice that that I couldn't refuse. I brought the bat
against the wall, ensuring it was it was in grabbing distance.
Ben My hand. Shaking Open door, I raising a flashlight
from behind the screen door. A little boy and an
(09:51):
equally little girl stood there, shouting their faces from the glare.
You have to let us there was something off about them.
They didn't move except to keep the life from their eyes.
When I asked them what happened, they just repeated the
same words us. Yeah, I caught a whiff of something,
(10:19):
stench of rotten. Next, but more accurate, and just then,
my grain knife jasp me between the eyes. Please you
yere us. Then I heard it humming in my ears,
(10:40):
surge of power thriving through the skull, drowning out my thoughts.
M Hm oh, suddenly I can't help myself. Of course
I would let them in, and all made perfect sense.
(11:02):
Just as I reached for the screen door to unlock it,
I phone it up their faces and there was eyes
the starllars night. I snapped out of it slammed the
door down. That won one. All of a sudden my
(11:25):
phone's got no service. The powers how many of my
skull again? It was making me dizzy and I stumbled back.
They stood there knocking on the door until dawn. That's
when the power came back home, my phone started working
again and they went away. I almost called out sick,
(11:49):
but I was too freaked out to stay home alone.
I worked through the day and the more I dwelled
on him, the more I realized that it must have
been a nightmare, not the war. Until the next night,
that buzzing noise in my skull again. I know, yeah, yeah,
(12:18):
they were standing in the bushes outside my window. They
clawed at the glass and then try and open in
the window. When that didn't work, I can hear them
scirting around, making their way through the backyard searching from
our opening. They kept at it until down and then disappeared.
(12:41):
I knew if I phoned the costly just I just
think I was crazy. So I called my therapist told
her my story in detail. She told me I was
just a victim of a prank, but agreed to pounce
me in the next day. That night I finally slept
(13:02):
free of any interruptions. When I showed up for my
session the following afternoon, my therapist hand shown up and
wasn't returning any calls. I think I knew even then
what happened later back home, the power died again, and
right on cue, only this time they knocked on the
(13:27):
door to my bedroom. They rattled the door now told
me they knew I could hear them, that I needed
open the door let the men. I could hear them
rummaging around my home, knocking on different walls, making their
way to the to add it to Claude the ceiling.
(13:47):
All night it went on. I didn't know what to do,
but we called my best friend. I told him everything.
Begged him to come over that night to wait with me,
to prove me crazy, you're saying. Reluctantly, my request was granted.
He promised to come by after work that night. He
(14:11):
didn't show up, and neither did the black eyed children.
That's when I figured it out. Being invaded not just
our nation, but the whole damn planet. They're not traveling here,
no UFO, or there's some gateway to hell like in
(14:32):
the movies. H M HMM. They come here their stories,
stories about children, eyes starvus night that, once heard, opens
the door for them to the listeners world. But there's
(14:52):
a way out. Oh Yea to do. Let's passed the
story along to some other poor sucker. Only then did
they let you sleep, but only for a night. It
provides incentive for you to find an audience for them,
an audience for them to enter our world through. which
(15:15):
brings me to you. I know you don't believe me,
at least not until they come knocking on your door,
but when they do, you have a choice to make.
Let them in or tell their story. M H tragic? No,
(16:14):
but there he sits every evening until the sun departs
to night. He'll continue on well past the witching hour,
and that's thanks to you. So much power exists in
the simple act of listening. A word of warning to you.
If to night you hear a knock on your door,
(16:37):
perhaps best to let them believe that you're not in.
Just roll over and go back to sleep, no matter
how insistent they may become well, my friend, you look
tired and the evening does seem to be wearing on.
We have much yet to explore in the days ahead
if we're going to find that door. One more thing.
(17:02):
You'll find complimentary air plugs in the washroom cabinet. That
is safe than sorry. How do you make flights of
Angels Sing Thee to Thy Wrist? Thirteen days of Halloween
(17:23):
was created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams and executive
produced by Aaron Manky, starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker.
Today's story was written by Robert Mosca, performed by Jason
Williams and directed by Matt Frederick, with editing and sound
designed by Trevor Young, additional writing and script supervision from
Nicholas Dakowski casting by Jessica loser. Only eight days remain.
(17:49):
Tomorrow another story. Sometimes newborn children open their eyes and
see the sun or Bright Blue Star in the darkness
and they think it sees them as well and they
smile and they are beautiful. For some people, he said,
it's a day, a night on the water, a graduation walk,
(18:10):
a glory. That was their room. For some people it's
a moment and they often do not see it when
it happens. To see it to be seen. They look
back years later and they think I was beautiful. Thirteen
days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio,
(18:33):
Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron Bankey. 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 grim and mild dot com.
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