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dot com, it's winter and the weather's freezing quite appalling
stay in aloof, but footsteps guess that someone creeping crying calling a stranger up upon your roof,
welcome to night.
It's the holidays, listeners when the majority of this country celebrate how their experience at this season is defined as the default universal experience, while every other cultural.
Experience is expected to be in reaction in comparison to the majorities experience and if a person does
wish to live in reaction to this default experience of the season,
they are seen as hostile or religion
merely for their wish to not participate in what is, after all,
Or a celebration of the razor of their culture dumb,
violence of another's
all the same, happy blue
stone day to those whose celebrate it now last year,
Your airwaves were, unfortunately, too
over by a horrible pirate broadcast telling a story that was quite unfit for any listeners ears, so
I'd like to remediate mediate that by telling a story of my life,
I am sure all of you know but sent their pleasure in here.
Once again a story you could recite every word of it is like visiting a friend
veiled community radio presents to you dear listener
Our story begins on the evening of Blood Stone Day Eve. A Mister Scrooge was being quite horrid to his
It's under paying them shouting some like flying Et Cetera his employees.
How old their displeasure taken up with HR said. Scrooge
This was his way of a joke, as HR had been cast into a pit several days before
because they suggested perhaps there could be slightly less flying in the office.
Scrooge valued three things. One himself too is money. Three, nothing else.
He went home from the office quite content with the way he had spent his day. He had made a good deal of money,
a good deal of misery and both sides
fair and write to him. His bed was
made by a housekeeper, never met who came while he was at work and said
breathing in his home. So it looked like no one had ever lived there. Signs of life bothered Scrooge
so. I guess it was good news that the person sitting at his kitchen table was dead,
Mr Marley business partner
Bruges, who had died some time before and he looked at his skin
Peeled and bubbled were there
Skip left. The smell was tremendous, my God
Scrooge said what is this
early turned toward him ass best he could, for he was wrapped in heavy cheese, and he said Esben
he could for his tongue was mostly missing. You will be
I'm going right to bed and forgetting all of this
and so he did go
Marley, muttered, three,
spirits again and then fell heavily to the floor,
and rolled out of the kitchen awkwardly in his heavy changes. The smell lingered Scrooge felt deal. This won't. Do scrutiny
I'm going right to bed and forgetting all of this and so
he did, go right to bed but hardly had closed his eyes.
When he heard a noise guttural sloping sound like someone
Hailing pieced Scrooge sat up and looked about
room, but it was as empty and dark and clean as before the summer there he shouted
knowing that the answer was no and also that the answer was gets
There was no one there, but no one was there
stubborn. He closed his eyes and tried to send himself determinedly to sleep, but
sooner did he try that he heard a whistling sound quite near his ear like loose lips flapping
his eyes snapped open the room,
was still empty.
Are you the first of these spirits Scrooge shouted
then show yourself and again nothing, but nothing that held weight,
nothing that was very much something in itself. This time Scrooge decided he wouldn't try to go to sleep.
He would sit up in bed and wait out this so called spirit. If anything occurred, his eyes
be open to see it. Then he blinked
when his eyes opened again on microsecond later there was a face inches from his face. The face was too
to perceive any details, accept a sense of clammy
that were wide, but with no pupils of a mouth that drooped sideways
Scrooge, yelped and scrambled backward along the bed, but it was no good
stayed with him. Still, the exact same distance, nearly pressed up against his own, the face
who did at him a bad joke of a voice that Scrooge didn't find it funny he got.
Bed tried to
speak, but the banks was with him the entire time, no matter where he turned
matter where he went. This yowling hairless base
in front of his own
What are you spirit? He cried what, if you can
to teach me, but this was the ghost
a blood stone penny past and like the past, it was inescapable but had no point, no lesson to impart.
It merely was the
most moaned and he felt cold saliva spray over him. The face came even closer until their noses touched.
The faces knows came apart, like white paper machine
go away, go away, go away, Scrooge cried and it did go way as quick
We as it had come. The ghost had left
Scrooge had gained nothing from the encounter. In fact, much had been taken from him
Scrooge was speechless and breathless and if he had breath- and if he had speech what could he say- never no words for what he had seen. He went and made himself some tea, but couldn't find a way to swallow. It feeling the news dissolve against his nose, like marshy soil, like our memories, as we age three spirits Marley had said, I was he to face two more of them. He
went wearily to his bed waiting at any moment for a ghastly visage to swim toward him out of the shadows, but nothing came. He sat on the bed still nothing. He got in bed, nothing, he closed his eyes and opened his eyes. Nothing had come to his room. Instead, he was no longer in his room. He got up bewildered. His bed was now in a forest dense enough that it was impossible to see more than a hundred feet in any direction, but sparse enough that it was well lit. Although he could not see any son in the sky, there was some detail about this place other than his abrupt appearance. In it that was setting him one edge, he spent around waiting for a devil to pounce on him from the underbrush, but it was silent, build on it was silent absolutely so that was what was making him nervous. There was no rustle of the trees called of birds. He had never felt so alone and it was ass. He thought this.
Then he saw in the distance a figure. The figure was tall and gray and shaped like a human closely
It had a wide mouth and it was screaming. Scrooge couldn't hear it. He wanted
no part of whatever this figure represented and turned to run, but when he turned the figure was there to absolutely still absolutely silent and screaming in mortal terror. Scrooge did not know how he knew it was terror only that he knew fear was thick in the air he could tasted on his tongue. This figure was terrified and it was still- and it was silent. Scrooge set his back straight and remember too, he was an important business men after all, a powerful man that caused other men to wither and quick. So he walked toward the figure, but he was not equal to approach it. No matter how far he went into the forest, the figure remained in the distance. Its limbs were split, it was dozens of feet tall, its mouth was, why did was screaming and there was no sound at all. Finally, Scrooge couldn't take it, he screamed back and that's when he found he could make no sound either there they were the figure at him. They were
terrified and neither of them could make even the smallest squeak, even the tiniest whisper of fear, without release the fear had nowhere to go and prowled Scrooge is ribcage a wild animal seething in captivity if he could Scrooge would have toward it out of his chest, but he couldn't stand there and face the figure of the ghost of Blood Stone Day present. Both of them could screen. Silently after hours of this, perhaps even days he found there was
in his bedroom. Yet no time
had passed at all Scrooge wept.
He was envious of the ghosts whose job it was to haunt.
He no longer want to be himself whose
it was to be haunted. He muttered, as
what a matter of envy. I wish I were dead. Oh I wish I were dead from outside. The sound of the weather seemed to echo his words
wise they say, must learn as they told me. You re aware. Now I'm stuck in your way
once again I wish now all this time.
Again in the shower
anonymous marrying me now. Nothing that online
The wind again, I guess I wish my shower down again- shall arise which obviously stay.
Scrooge lay in his bed shivering way.
For the visit from the third spirit. Given
what he had experienced so far. He had to believe
The spirits had saved the most terrible for last.
And could not imagine what hideous phantom
gather itself in the darkness. He kept his eyes closed and awaited.
Breath on his ear or dry finger caressing. His cheek
But nothing came the tension,
was enormous said he felt his stomach tightened in.
He became quite nauseous. He put a hand on his stomach and instinct. She will gesture to calm his body and one that was utterly futile. It was ass, though his after men were an altar and his plea, hating hand and offering placed by a condemned man the offering would not be accepted. The man would remain condemned, Scrooge felt within his optimum movement and realized. He was feeling the clenching of his intestine, seized by the terrible feeling within him, the packet and released type it and released, and he could feel the strange twitching of them. He became aware all at once that this coiled creature live with him and could at any time turn against this awareness and the dread still hanging over him about the approaching spirit brought with it. A wave of Annick with the panic came to see this now his stomach lurched and his intestines clenched and his head swam.
I feel in control of any part of himself. How could it be?
this awful at the ghost
subject even appear to him: Scrooge shambled up out of bed and moved blindly through the malevolent darkness to the bathroom he kneeled before the toilet, a pitiful supplicant, but nothing came relief, would not be so easy as a purge this feeling. Whilst in him it took him- and he was not in control of his body. His feet felt numb at his feet, felt none this entire time for us to set new symptom. He stumbled
and to the mirror and saw himself- and here was the final, the poorer for him. He looked different. The same face, the same flesh, the same hair. His eyes were his eyes
with the light of panic in them and in tat moment he knew and knowing he despaired. There was no third spirit coming for him. There was only the failure and strangeness of his own body. This truly was the
ghost of blood stone Day yet to come for as the years passed, his body with drift farther and farther from his own conception of it. He would prevail and she would suffer strange torments that would alter his life and the doctors would furrow their brow and be unable to diagnose anything, because the symptoms were to defuse you just getting alter the doctors would say to him that he would scream. But this isn't my body. I want my body back, but it was
he's body and, like all bodies, if with not remain loyal, is intestines.
Rise harder, it felt thick and he didn't know if he was breathing and his hands were so numb and then she was and then she was gone elsewhere.
Children slap elsewhere, the valley
praised and non religious wished elsewhere?
sleep of elsewhere,
It was a mere infinite multitude of lived experience, of which we each only get to leave. One
The next morning it was blood day Scrooge awoke and stood stiffly from the bathroom. He went to the window, tiny TIM
Is there in the street bent backward jittering,
tiny TIM did all round to the people of night fail went about their preparations for blood stone date. Dinner Scrooge didn't see them, he watched tiny TIM shake and shake ending farther and farther backward. She watched TIM Tim shook, and so
ends the story of Scrooge
there's nothing to learn from this story. Boast stories have nothing to teach us.
Its winter dear and frightful listeners,
days or hot and the knight, Sir, and I hope you have some without their who cares for you and if you don't,
They know that I care for you.
I know that you are never the alone.
For in the darkness. There are always others with you, whether you like it or not. Don't open your eyes unless you want to see them, have a happy blood Stone Day. I'm good night night veil, goodnight.
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