I've listened to Many audiobooks in my time. My favorites to listen to are readings by Vincent Price, Charlton Heston, Orson Wells, Christopher Lee and the like. Your readings are ranked among my favorites. Thank you and be long lived and loved...
I love good takes on the psychology and characterization of ghosts. It's always been obvious to me that the real horror inherent in the concept isn't that you might encounter one, but that you might end up trapped as one, perhaps forever.
Perspicacious and more than a little pedantic, a statement of your authority to discern "good takes" and the true terror of the ghost concept being one you've been familiar with from birth, ideas you've expressed at every opportunity from the moment you actually first conceived of or were introduced to the idea of being eternally condemned to ghost-hood. College papers, parties, conversations with potential romantic partners and every other conceivable social, academic or other context: in all, at every opportunity, you've repeated the above to desired effect. And I think that's dope AF. So, well done and best wishes for your continued social success, sense of personal efficacy and well-justified feelings of self-satisfaction.
A good one! The foreshadowing was clear enough I got the twist early on, but it just made me anticipate the reveal even more :D Thanks for always bringing us the best stories
When he wrote "A burst for speed", "I put the highest speed" he probably meant something around 20 km/h. Nice story! Very well-read. I wonder if it was the source of urban legends about meetings with the dead.
Actually, those old Model-T can go as fast as 120 Miles/hr on flat grade. They just have slower acceleration and weaker pull than modern cars. With the car going down road, his car might be going really fast. Take note a Horse can run 40 M/hr. I remember a E.F. Benson ghost story that discussed a major portion of the story of them driving very fast in the English country roads.
I think the big mystery here is whether the "hopping" stone had any relation to the tragedy of the boy and the hog -- or, rather, which came first. It seems more likely to me that the white stone was older, perhaps a standing stone from the neolithic, and it was a source of bad luck to those who lived near it.
When this story came out, my grandfather was 5 years old, although as he lived in Iowa on a farm at the time, I doubt they got Smith's Magazine. He did tell me a story about when his father came home with a motor car when he was a young boy. He heard it coming down the road and had no idea what it was, ao he hid in the forest with his pony. The rest of the family got rides, and he never got to see it up close. That was young Herbert Fawkes.
Sixteen: Although he had long since lost all sense of the passage of time; it had been more than 4 days before the horrible unrelenting hunger and his terrible thirst had broken Randolph Carter’s resolve. Now in final and absolute despair Carter groped clumsily and painfully, with spastic fingers for the gas tap and opened it.
My friends little brother once found a dead seal on the beach, and he cut off its head and brought it home because he wanted to keep the skull. He kept having drowning nightmares until he got rid of it.
A guy called Mark was out walking in the park when he heard someone calling him. 'Mark, Mark'. "Yes he says". Gets called again. 'Mark! Mark!' He follows the calls to behind a big tree. Turned out to be a dog with a hair lip ! 😂
I noticed the use of the word "piazza" for the wide front porch. This was common among the old folks when I was a child in New England and always pronounced pee-AZZ-a.
Swine thing!!! Intense. Probably like them people hunkered down on the eastern seaboard. They like to strike in the storm to cover your screaming. No gun in his kit….
Warren ain’t dead. He just retired down Mexico way. He lives a simple life working the agave fields that produce tequila. He drinks the fruit of his labor every night while learning Mariachi guitar. The locals say he’s a quick study and pretty good at it for a gringo.
Interesting. Decades ago I read a story about a man driving down a dark desolate road when saw a young woman walking alone. He stopped to see if she needed help. She told him she was trying to get home. He invited her in the car and asked where she lived. She told him and they went on their way. She was wearing a dress the color of lavender. When he reached the address given to him by the girl he discovered that she was gone . She couldn't have got out of the car as he would have heard her open the door. He inquired at the house about her and found out that they knew her. Her name was Lavender and she was killed in an accident on that very road. Now, I don't know if this story is a work of fiction or an account of a real event. Fascinating. The name of the story was Lavender.
@@HorrorBabble very well said, my friend. i guess when they first came out back then, these types of endings were still fresh and not as predictable as they are now.
Dreams in the pig house.
Kudos to the narrator and author 🎉
I've listened to Many audiobooks in my time. My favorites to listen to are readings by Vincent Price, Charlton Heston, Orson Wells, Christopher Lee and the like. Your readings are ranked among my favorites. Thank you and be long lived and loved...
I love good takes on the psychology and characterization of ghosts. It's always been obvious to me that the real horror inherent in the concept isn't that you might encounter one, but that you might end up trapped as one, perhaps forever.
A terrifying thought, indeed.
Perspicacious and more than a little pedantic, a statement of your authority to discern "good takes" and the true terror of the ghost concept being one you've been familiar with from birth, ideas you've expressed at every opportunity from the moment you actually first conceived of or were introduced to the idea of being eternally condemned to ghost-hood. College papers, parties, conversations with potential romantic partners and every other conceivable social, academic or other context: in all, at every opportunity, you've repeated the above to desired effect. And I think that's dope AF. So, well done and best wishes for your continued social success, sense of personal efficacy and well-justified feelings of self-satisfaction.
Stormy day here in Tennessee so a perfect day to stay inside with Horrorbabble. 💀
Same here in Massachusetts rainy and cool perfect for a new HorrorBabble
Ha! I'm in Chattanooga!
@@theobserver6579 Greetings from New England lol 🤝
@@theobserver6579 Not too far from me in Murfreesboro.
Same here in Alabama.
With 118 years retrospect on the story this comes across as a really interesting take on the hitchhiking ghosts tales that used to be very popular.
A good one! The foreshadowing was clear enough I got the twist early on, but it just made me anticipate the reveal even more :D Thanks for always bringing us the best stories
That was and a perfect example of a certain kind of ghost story; half an hour of pure enjoyment.
Another great story. I particularly liked the rock, and the 'thing' in the dream.
When he wrote "A burst for speed", "I put the highest speed" he probably meant something around 20 km/h.
Nice story! Very well-read. I wonder if it was the source of urban legends about meetings with the dead.
Actually, those old Model-T can go as fast as 120 Miles/hr on flat grade. They just have slower acceleration and weaker pull than modern cars. With the car going down road, his car might be going really fast. Take note a Horse can run 40 M/hr.
I remember a E.F. Benson ghost story that discussed a major portion of the story of them driving very fast in the English country roads.
@@inisipisTV really! That's a really good speed.
I think the big mystery here is whether the "hopping" stone had any relation to the tragedy of the boy and the hog -- or, rather, which came first. It seems more likely to me that the white stone was older, perhaps a standing stone from the neolithic, and it was a source of bad luck to those who lived near it.
Yeah the ground is sour
Great story and narration. Thanks, Ian.
The ending is great. I would like to see the look on the main character's face at the end.
When this story came out, my grandfather was 5 years old, although as he lived in Iowa on a farm at the time, I doubt they got Smith's Magazine. He did tell me a story about when his father came home with a motor car when he was a young boy. He heard it coming down the road and had no idea what it was, ao he hid in the forest with his pony. The rest of the family got rides, and he never got to see it up close. That was young Herbert Fawkes.
Blimey... thanks for sharing, William.
@@HorrorBabble Sry, i dnt get it. Tried to google "Herbert Fawkes", nothing came out. A little help, pls? Ty!
Nice anecdote. Thanks.
Sixteen:
Although he had long since lost all sense of the passage of time; it had been more than 4 days before the horrible unrelenting hunger and his terrible thirst had broken Randolph Carter’s resolve. Now in final and absolute despair Carter groped clumsily and painfully, with spastic fingers for the gas tap and opened it.
I’m ending the statement outside of Lovecraft stories.
Yours sincerely,
Randolph Carter.
Keep up the good work and, as always, stay safe!
You Fool, Randolph Carter is Dead.
Maybe ?
My friends little brother once found a dead seal on the beach, and he cut off its head and brought it home because he wanted to keep the skull. He kept having drowning nightmares until he got rid of it.
Fabulously grim!
Pretty good yarn. Thanks. ✌️
A guy called Mark was out walking in the park when he heard someone calling him. 'Mark, Mark'. "Yes he says". Gets called again. 'Mark! Mark!' He follows the calls to behind a big tree. Turned out to be a dog with a hair lip ! 😂
I admit it openly: I sniggered at this.
Great story and excellent narration 👍 Thank you Ian 🙂❤️
Slapping that like button before the audio even starts
He probably just killed the ignition and let rip down one of those hills -- no wonder he couldn't figure out which side of the road that rock was on!
I noticed the use of the word "piazza" for the wide front porch. This was common among the old folks when I was a child in New England and always pronounced pee-AZZ-a.
Rainy Monday and Warren is
you know🙄 time to lay on couch and enjoy my story.
tfs❤
A great story. Thanks for the wonderful narration
Excellent. Very good. Thank you Mr. Gordon and Horror Babble.
As usual brilliantly read Ian..
Thanks for sharing!
This was another great haunted house story. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you. 🤗💖🌟
Thanks Amy!
@@HorrorBabble you're welcome
Remote country houses are either super charming, or majorly haunted. There are no other options.
Here in Asheville, NC, and the storms have just begun! Perfect for another of your gripping stories.
Enjoy 'em if you can!
Your narration made a horror story frightening. Take a bow, it takes a lot to make me feel that way.
Thanks for listening.
Fun little ghost story, nice easy listen, thanks!
Have they got a room to let? Cheers Warren, who has to live somewhere!
Let's find the place!
@@HorrorBabble -- Private bath? Cheers Warren, who enjoys a good ammonia bath!
Outstanding video thanks Ian! I'll watch it after work!😎👍
One of my favourite stories very well presented!
Loved it so well narrated
I live in NC, on the Tennessee line . Bad storms here too.
Wonderful time to listen to a great ,hopefully scary, story !
I also live in NC but on the southeast coast. Stormy over there?
@grayven123 storms have been bad. We have had a break, unfortunately they are not over..
@@angelastewartknaffl3259 Stay safe over there.
Keep your head down, Angela! We've had rain for about 7 weeks straight over here...
Swine thing!!! Intense. Probably like them people hunkered down on the eastern seaboard. They like to strike in the storm to cover your screaming. No gun in his kit….
Thank you Horror, enjoying 👻
Southeastern Pa storm has power outage here till 4am.. this is perfectly timed and my phone is charged 🎉
Yikes!
King of the Narrator Clan!
Just a voice in the shadows!
Great story thank you 😊
A great tale!
So good!
This is a good one! 👻
This story is quite good for its ahe!!
Very nice! 🤘
Love this ❤❤
At the end I expected him to say "eat up by a big mad sow!"
Ha!
Warren ain’t dead. He just retired down Mexico way. He lives a simple life working the agave fields that produce tequila. He drinks the fruit of his labor every night while learning Mariachi guitar. The locals say he’s a quick study and pretty good at it for a gringo.
I can just picture him...
Interesting. Decades ago I read a story about a man driving down a dark desolate road when saw a young woman walking alone. He stopped to see if she needed help. She told him she was trying to get home. He invited her in the car and asked where she lived. She told him and they went on their way. She was wearing a dress the color of lavender. When he reached the address given to him by the girl he discovered that she was gone .
She couldn't have got out of the car as he would have heard her open the door.
He inquired at the house about her and found out that they knew her. Her name was Lavender and she was killed in an accident on that very road.
Now, I don't know if this story is a work of fiction or an account of a real event.
Fascinating.
The name of the story was Lavender.
Simple and classic tale
That...I enjoyed❤
Poor Warren
I wish the way the boy died would’ve been included in the story.
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I wonder that he wanders his Baltimore home or the streets there, like the subject of one of his tales, in a cloud of gas..
great read, however, i knew the ending right from the beginning.
It's all about the journey with these oldies.
@@HorrorBabble very well said, my friend. i guess when they first came out back then, these types of endings were still fresh and not as predictable as they are now.
He should know you always take out four candles 😂
Fork handles?
@@HorrorBabble handles for forks.
Not really scary, almost a gentle ghost story. A nice change of pace.
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Hey Hb, what do you suggest that correlates the weird takers gang and Appalachia?
Lost me here!
Yay! So early👍🌈👍
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