It's bloomin' hot where I am 🌞🌞😎 Maybe it is where you are too. Here's a proper old spinechiller to help you cool down...🥶 CONTENT ADVICE: a big bong 🔔 ...
🇬🇧 How wonderful! It evoked memories of my childhood spent, up until I was 11 yrs living ( with my parents & grandparents) in a huge estate house. I vividly remember Autumn & late afternoons, listening to wood pigeons, well aged Bonfires burning up garden refuse & sweet blue smoke curling upwards. It's that sound of crackling burning bonfires, the blue smoke & the wooting of the wood pigeons. My Granny & I would be in one of the old sheds, wrapping Cox's & Russet British Apples ( deliciously wine-y & pearis😅h) in squares of blue tissue paper, then pack away in boxes, to be eaten at Christmas. There's something decidedly creepy about these old behemoth houses on estates, sandwiched between copses, little woods & old tree plantations. While wandering & exploring id find some strange things half hidden or broken down in thickets & derelict old structures, old potting sheds or small broken down workers cottages. This story had me miles away, back there in those country woods & the seasonal activities on the land. It was the smell I recall most, a delicious, fruity, oak dented smoke, the mild breeze wafting through carrying other country smells Never smelled anything like it since. It's sad when old estates get broken up, a deep poignant regret of not being viable anymore & got to keep in with modern trends. So so sad. Anyway Mr Jasper, a wonderful rendition of this story! You certainly conjured up some memories for this old girl! Id even dare to say, your voice has the quality of that delicious curling blue wood smoke...mmm Well! That was a capital story! This old thing is lying in hospital after a fall & breaking my thigh! Very painful. But I'm getting there, feel more mi'self today than the last 4. At least I'm being run after, whims catered for & the meals are home cooked type & utterly delicious. Had Red Pepper & Lentil broth tonight with a rough seeded bread bun, custard & Bakewell Tart!! Thank you lots & lots for your story Quite wonderful Peace & Sticky Buns 🇬🇧🙋
The variety of stories you read is wonderful. My six-year-old overheard your voice many times, and was recently intrigued to the point of asking to sit with me and listen to some stories. I immediately knew to play The Inexperienced Ghost! It had him giggling, wide-eyed, and gasping a few times in suspense. Ever since then, he often asks if there is a new "Jasper Story" yet. It's heartwarming to share these moments as a family. Can't thank you enough for what you do!
That is so lovely, Caitlynn. A lot of the stories I do are sort of suitable for children (indeed, this one was written for children) and I developed my own love of horror and ghost stories as a child. Happy to have found (maybe?) my youngest fan 😆
If I could suggest “The New Mother” I could see a kid enjoying that one It’s a lot of fun & centers around a brother & sister I hope your little one enjoys ☺️
Wonderful story. I used to do a lot if solitary drinking in old (for the US, circa pre revolutionary war) graveyards in New England because no one bothered me. I'd sit with my back to a tombstone, facing away from the street. Police never knew I was there as I'm not afraid of the dark. I remember feeling very safe and even welcome in some and really unwelcome in others. If it was a still night and little skirls of wind blew up, I took it that I should leave. And I never tested that impression. I have no desire to confront the unquiet dead. I havent thought of this in iver 40 years but this story brought it back. Memory is a minefield!
Fallen behind, which is inexcusable, playing catch-up tonight. Really liked this one, has echoes of MR James's 'An Episode of Cathedral History' about it. 👌
"whatever was once in, was now out..." some beautiful prose, powerfully narrated... EnCrypted Horror has been sustaining me from here to Alanya in Turkey and back again... British heat is entirely more tolerable and thank you for the chills...
I feel like I keep repeating the same praises of your work over and over again. It’s getting difficult to find new ways to express my appreciation for your style and the pure enjoyment I experience in listening to each of your stories, postmortems and your recent reading of “true “ ghosts stories ( really tickled my funny bone😄). What at first captured my admiration of your style and story choices has consistently held true in everything you’ve created since. Thank you for another wonderfully chilling tale!….by the way, I liked your big bong 🔔had my ear buds in, felt it right in my spine 😁
Lucy set the scene for this whole story perfectly, and filled it with such marvellous atmosphere. I really wanted it to carry on. Top notch production again, Jasper. (Weather cooler today, thank God) ❤
Thank you so much Mr. J ❤❤❤. I have always loved this story, it gives a delicious chill. I love the sound of the Judas bell, it's just as discordant as I imagined. This one goes on the Always list, stat. *Yoink.
Very creepy thumbnail! Great way to get us in. This is a story that never really spooked me until you presented it Jasper. In your usual style you have brought it to life... Or death perhaps. This story has always reminded me of a Clive Barker story which became the movie 'Rawhead Rex'. I never saw it but I read the short story. Barker brought his own special formula to this idea. He wrote some really good short horror tales. I always recall 'The Yattering and Jack' best of all. Anyway blah blah. Thanks so much Jasper, (so much cooler a name than Cornelius, is Jasper. Same stone different name). 🔔
Hello, lovely, we've seen a very lot of you in the past couple of weeks.....hope all's well and everyone keeping suitably cool 😎 😊 I'm saving you for bedtime!!
After hearing his smart aleck remarks in the last video, I almost expected to hear something like, "Bad idea, that. Didn't you learn anything from Poltergeist?" EDIT-- I wasn't complaining about the remarks; they gave me some good laughs. 😀
Just an aside...I looked her up: "Lucy Maria Boston (née Wood; 10 December 1892 - 25 May 1990) was an English novelist who wrote for children and adults, publishing her work entirely after the age of 60." Ah, that last fact gives me hope.... She was also an accomplished artist and world renowned for her needlecraft and patchworks. Hemingford Grey Manor was her home, and the basis for her children's books, where she also created a magical garden. It's open to the public and holds displays of her famous needlework, etc.
I think L.M. either fell down with this story (pun wasn't intended, but now it's here, so why waste) as this doesn't sound like a short story; more like the beginning of something far longer. It felt like you had just gotten going when it ended. Well, I really enjoyed it until it ended. Well done.
It's bloomin' hot where I am 🌞🌞😎 Maybe it is where you are too. Here's a proper old spinechiller to help you cool down...🥶 CONTENT ADVICE: a big bong 🔔
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I'm in the South West, right at the bottom of the British Isles map. It's a cool 21 c 😎
Great story. Thank you 😊
I am in Arizona. Please dont tell me about hot ! lol
Look. It's warm here for about four weeks every year and, by God, we're going to moan about it 😁
"A great big bong!"
That 's pretty funny to an Aussie!
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🇬🇧 How wonderful!
It evoked memories of my childhood spent, up until I was 11 yrs living ( with my parents & grandparents) in a huge estate house.
I vividly remember Autumn & late afternoons, listening to wood pigeons, well aged Bonfires burning up garden refuse & sweet blue smoke curling upwards.
It's that sound of crackling burning bonfires, the blue smoke & the wooting of the wood pigeons.
My Granny & I would be in one of the old sheds, wrapping Cox's & Russet British Apples ( deliciously wine-y & pearis😅h) in squares of blue tissue paper, then pack away in boxes, to be eaten at Christmas.
There's something decidedly creepy about these old behemoth houses on estates, sandwiched between copses, little woods & old tree plantations.
While wandering & exploring id find some strange things half hidden or broken down in thickets & derelict old structures, old potting sheds or small broken down workers cottages.
This story had me miles away, back there in those country woods & the seasonal activities on the land.
It was the smell I recall most, a delicious, fruity, oak dented smoke, the mild breeze wafting through carrying other country smells
Never smelled anything like it since.
It's sad when old estates get broken up, a deep poignant regret of not being viable anymore & got to keep in with modern trends.
So so sad.
Anyway Mr Jasper, a wonderful rendition of this story!
You certainly conjured up some memories for this old girl!
Id even dare to say, your voice has the quality of that delicious curling blue wood smoke...mmm
Well! That was a capital story!
This old thing is lying in hospital after a fall & breaking my thigh!
Very painful.
But I'm getting there, feel more mi'self today than the last 4.
At least I'm being run after, whims catered for & the meals are home cooked type & utterly delicious.
Had Red Pepper & Lentil broth tonight with a rough seeded bread bun, custard & Bakewell Tart!!
Thank you lots & lots for your story
Quite wonderful
Peace & Sticky Buns
🇬🇧🙋
The variety of stories you read is wonderful. My six-year-old overheard your voice many times, and was recently intrigued to the point of asking to sit with me and listen to some stories. I immediately knew to play The Inexperienced Ghost! It had him giggling, wide-eyed, and gasping a few times in suspense. Ever since then, he often asks if there is a new "Jasper Story" yet. It's heartwarming to share these moments as a family. Can't thank you enough for what you do!
That is so lovely, Caitlynn. A lot of the stories I do are sort of suitable for children (indeed, this one was written for children) and I developed my own love of horror and ghost stories as a child. Happy to have found (maybe?) my youngest fan 😆
If I could suggest “The New Mother”
I could see a kid enjoying that one It’s a lot of fun & centers around a brother & sister I hope your little one enjoys ☺️
Wonderful story.
I used to do a lot if solitary drinking in old (for the US, circa pre revolutionary war) graveyards in New England because no one bothered me. I'd sit with my back to a tombstone, facing away from the street. Police never knew I was there as I'm not afraid of the dark.
I remember feeling very safe and even welcome in some and really unwelcome in others. If it was a still night and little skirls of wind blew up, I took it that I should leave. And I never tested that impression.
I have no desire to confront the unquiet dead. I havent thought of this in iver 40 years but this story brought it back. Memory is a minefield!
Whenever I'm doing a long drive somewhere & need a quiet, peaceful & safe spot I find the nearest cemetery. Always a good choice.
Very Jamesian. The bell sound was scary!
Fallen behind, which is inexcusable, playing catch-up tonight. Really liked this one, has echoes of MR James's 'An Episode of Cathedral History' about it. 👌
"whatever was once in, was now out..." some beautiful prose, powerfully narrated... EnCrypted Horror has been sustaining me from here to Alanya in Turkey and back again... British heat is entirely more tolerable and thank you for the chills...
I feel like I keep repeating the same praises of your work over and over again. It’s getting difficult to find new ways to express my appreciation for your style and the pure enjoyment I experience in listening to each of your stories, postmortems and your recent reading of “true “ ghosts stories ( really tickled my funny bone😄). What at first captured my admiration of your style and story choices has consistently held true in everything you’ve created since. Thank you for another wonderfully chilling tale!….by the way, I liked your big bong 🔔had my ear buds in, felt it right in my spine 😁
Man, I can't tell you how glad I am that you're back with more stories. You're definitely my favorite narrator for these
I love the story! Full of foreboding and suggestion, creating atmosphere, thru hints and descriptions...
And beautifully read by Sir Jasper🤩
Well done . This is a GOOD one ! Very MR James -like
Very atmospheric. Perfectly narrated. Thanks.
Wonderfully atmospheric story. Brilliantly told. X
I live in village where Lucy’s Manor House is. Thank you for this 👻fantastic story. Full of suspense x👻
Absolutely ❤your story choices & this channel. I'm enjoying listening to the many I'd missed until discovering you. Thank you!
You are so welcome 😊
Lucy set the scene for this whole story perfectly, and filled it with such marvellous atmosphere. I really wanted it to carry on.
Top notch production again, Jasper. (Weather cooler today, thank God) ❤
I woke up thinking of you and here you are!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Nice bell sounds
Thank you ❤. Another story that I’ve loved for years
The Donald Pleasance was strong with you ths time.
Thank you so much Mr. J ❤❤❤. I have always loved this story, it gives a delicious chill. I love the sound of the Judas bell, it's just as discordant as I imagined. This one goes on the Always list, stat. *Yoink.
Excellent as usual!!! 👏👏👏
I had a few of the Green Knowe books that she wrote when I was young back in the 70's, so I look forward to listening to this tonight. Thanks!
From the school of M.R James, especially "The Rose Garden". Michael Hordern does a wonderful reading of that story.❤
Excellent.
Very creepy thumbnail!
Great way to get us in.
This is a story that never really spooked me until you presented it Jasper. In your usual style you have brought it to life... Or death perhaps.
This story has always reminded me of a Clive Barker story which became the movie 'Rawhead Rex'. I never saw it but I read the short story.
Barker brought his own special formula to this idea. He wrote some really good short horror tales.
I always recall 'The Yattering and Jack' best of all.
Anyway blah blah. Thanks so much Jasper,
(so much cooler a name than Cornelius, is Jasper. Same stone different name).
🔔
Fantastoc story and narration! It is so well-written. I have so many questions.
This one is very chilling. That ending.....Whoah!
Thanks!
Hello, lovely, we've seen a very lot of you in the past couple of weeks.....hope all's well and everyone keeping suitably cool 😎 😊 I'm saving you for bedtime!!
Where was I when this was posted? Weird that I saw no notification 😮💜
2:15 I swear I could hear you thinking when you did the part about it being built on an old graveyard
Probably just having one of my turns. Happens a lot since I turned 50 😂
After hearing his smart aleck remarks in the last video, I almost expected to hear something like, "Bad idea, that. Didn't you learn anything from Poltergeist?" EDIT-- I wasn't complaining about the remarks; they gave me some good laughs. 😀
Just an aside...I looked her up:
"Lucy Maria Boston (née Wood; 10 December 1892 - 25 May 1990) was an English novelist who wrote for children and adults, publishing her work entirely after the age of 60." Ah, that last fact gives me hope....
She was also an accomplished artist and world renowned for her needlecraft and patchworks.
Hemingford Grey Manor was her home, and the basis for her children's books, where she also created a magical garden. It's open to the public and holds displays of her famous needlework, etc.
Sir Jasper La’Strange is in the hose the party is on 😂😂😂
I have book one in the series: *The Children of Green Knowe* just the one. I've watched the movie many times
G'morin' 🍵🫖
I think L.M. either fell down with this story (pun wasn't intended, but now it's here, so why waste) as this doesn't sound like a short story; more like the beginning of something far longer. It felt like you had just gotten going when it ended. Well, I really enjoyed it until it ended. Well done.
Don't.ever.move.the.slab..... ☠️☠️☠️ Did we not learn from "Beyond the Door"? 😅😅😅
bong or bong? 😀
Wesley Pipes
Thanks for sharing a portion of your childhood with us Jasper! I shall at it to your biography which, by the way, will have many surprises for you.