What a wonderful old yarn All the descriptions and details really add to the depth and texture of the story You did another first rate job of telling the tale Thank you for it
HorrorBabble's production of "A Night of Horror" (from English author Dick Donovan's 1899 Tales of Terror anthology) is a passionately gratifying, luxuriously well-detailed tale indeed and a welcome addition to the what I'm coming to think of as "The HorrorBabble Literary Classics Library". Excellent again, HB!
They're Victorian/turn of the century ghost stories. Half the authors are American. But the fact this delightful British reader reads them out gives them all such delightful sound.
Cats, not touch food?? Don't know about that lolz. My little fella trys to get onto my bloody dinner plate! Gotta love a cute, cheeky little kitten. I have a perfect little specimen staring at me currently.
This was an amazing tale tonight. I really enjoyed it a lot. I loved the mystery , castle, ghost and descriptive setting. Thank you very much. Have a marvelous day 💖 🌟 😊
Indeed are British Ghoststories the best ghost stories in existence. But I must admit that American ghost/horror stories are a favorite of mine too. From E. A. Poe to The Lovecraft Circle and on, are in my view just as good. And now there is a new generation of very good writers to enjoy. Greetings from Holland.
I don’t know if it’s the algorithm or what, but I feel like I haven’t seen a video from y’all in forever; either way I’m glad that you’ve maintained the impeccable quality that has always been your hallmark, and I can’t wait to listen to the back catalogue of other new readings I’ve missed as well as my old favorites. PS: if you still enjoy it and can find the time please write more original works too, that one about the old man in the wheelchair still sticks with me as one of the few ghost stories that’s stayed in the back of my head to scare me later, and I’m a fully grown man too 😂😂
“At one time he threatened to abandon the expedition if I remained insistent; a threat which proved effective, since he alone held the key to the *thing* ………. Keep up the good work Jen & Ian and, as always, stay safe! Tiny shoutout to Eris too!
Raspberry ripple ice Cream. 400 ml Freshly exsanguinated human blood, (any blood type will do) 5g pectin Add sugar to taste and set aside I litre vanilla ice cream Remove the ice cream from the freezer and whisk until slightly slushy. Return to a plastic container and swirl the red sauce through to make a ripple effect. Freeze again until firm and ready to serve.
@cak01vej Well it's from Granny Scruples, Popular recipes from the Home Counties and the West Country (1873) but your point is well made particularly concerning the shelf life and the flavor. Apparently 1873 was an unusually bad year for raspberries.
Absolutely Phenomenal!.makes one wonder if there could be more innocent folks bricked up in the walls of other old homes🤔 really a rather unsettling thought.... Thank you Sir👻
Your a really good narrator! I really enjoy your readings.. I remember in another comment, I simply referred to you as the 'old man' lol.. I now have seen your name is Ian. Great stuff seriously.. This channel is a lot more classy then most other horror channels out there. Keep up the great work guys
That was unimaginatively told. Your narration was excellent as always, but the actual story was more like the recounting in a high school writing class, of a classic story, but with none of the heart.
i second that. your reading was great, but i knew the whole story once i heard that the previous owner had said his wife and child moved to london. it was highly predictable.
This guy has some monster stones on him. Not only did he go bad to his bedroom but got in bed and went back to sleep! Got to admit if it was me I'd be driving fast and half way to London
Must have been a scary story for the Victorians. I would like to go back in time and show them a copy of The Exorcist in the local cinema, then count the dead bodies being carted out
Modern people have a different experience of the supernatural than Victorians. Modern people see supernatural events on TV, in movies, an on the internet all the time. They don’t even have to be horror fans to see ghosts in TV commercials. This is why even the most hardened skeptic today can still tell you exactly how to kill a vampire despite not believing in them in the least. But they hear of supposedly real supernatural events only in passing. Which is why even believers in the supernatural often dismiss them. Victorians by contrast _heard_ about supernatural events all the time. Most were Christians so every church service provided a supernatural tale even if they never listened to fire side ghost stories or read penny dreadfuls. But they rarely ever _saw_ anything supernatural at all. Guys like the protagonist’s hard headed skeptical friend were common enough back then because supernatural sights were so rare. So when Victorians saw something they believed genuinely supernatural or read even an account of one they got quite a fright. Even if that same account today wouldn’t frighten the most sheltered modern teen.
@@speurtighearnamacterik8230 Wrong. Supernatural events are real and occur. I've witnessed them IRL. Again, they're rare - I've only witnessed two in my entire 50 + year life. And generally that's true for most believers. Even for believers, someone who claims ghosts, fairies, and such are part of their daily life is suspect. And that's an important consideration in ANY era. As for you, you've fallen into a very modern era fallacy. You believe that because people in past times occasionally believed foolish things that they are somehow naturally inferior to your own intellect. Are astrolabes, pyramids, cathedrals, samurai swords, and steam engines the product of stupid people? You are not inherently better than a Victorian just because you inherited (sometimes from discoveries they made!) updated and improved science. I can tell by your tone you're an atheist who probably believes in the Theory of Evolution. Remind me: what era did Charles Darwin live in? You also mistake emotional weakness for mental weakness. It's emotional weakness to bent out of shape by finding out you're related to negroes. A "special snowflake because my feelings" moment from another era. Mental weakness is not being able to think straight and the Victorians were very strong on that front. Or they tried to be and tried harder than modern people. Google the Washington Post article featuring an 1895 grade school test. I know college sophomores who couldn't pass it. Finally, if people in the past were our mental inferiors because they believed in supernatural things, how do you explain our superiority from your own world view knowing so many of your modern peers believe in the same supernatural things? Or even sillier things besides the supernatural? Hell, racism is still a thing in the 21st century and in some surprising areas enjoying a revival.
What a pitty that today castles are not haunted. They are just cold. A very nice story although, may take us back to times that the castles used to be castles.
@@miarencrowsdaughter6434 -- lol, it took me a moment to realize you were talking about Carter! Cheers Warren, whose mind, if not in the gutter, is in the Underworld!
I would say that this is one of my most favorite stories I realize that this is a new one but it was really really really really good thank you so much I wish I had money to give you but I don't I live on a fixed income but just know that you have my support and prayers it was an excellent story and excellent scary story.
OK, minor beef. I’m a professional writer and a fairly imaginative dude. I don’t like the Victorian stereotype that people who believe in supernatural stuff are like sensitive, imaginative, artistic types with romance in their souls, while skeptics are close-minded, hard-headed bores who have no poetry or wonder in their lives. That’s nonsense. Being skeptical and rational is in no way some barrier to awe and joy and wonder and artistic participation in the universe. Not to be harsh, but that’s a myth created by credulous people who want to conflate gullibility with artistic sensitivity. Skepticism gives me a richer, fuller appreciation and love of the world around me. It’s a universe I can appreciate for the real mysteries it offers, not antiquated superstitions I have to pretend are a thing as a prerequisite to finding wonder in the universe or whatever.
Iv noticed the British tell the best stories by far . It’s a gift that seems to be prolific and though the categories from horror to sci - fi. Unfortunately this greatness is eclipsed by their fall after Cromwell to current political and legal authority. Oxymoronic , self annihilation and bringing European nations down as mercenaries, into the abyss of banking and Babylonian Talmud tradition. Odd Very strange indeed Like loving your enemies and hating your own family. However, Enfield motorcycles, Vickers cars and Merlin engines also reflected true greatness. Then I hear Jack London People of the Abyss- and just wonder wtf - about England Great stories- by far Nobody comes close to - maybe a few American or Russian authors can pull this stuff off, However not as eloquently.
No , I don’t think Romans built any of that great architecture Not London, not roads , not any of it. That’s English/ British and Anglo to the bone. Why let an official narrative say Romans built it !?!? No way Romans killed and extortion and never built anything. Greeks might have built Rome in fact I just can’t figure it out Mechanical engineering and literature match the architecture Then ... oh never mind Something is going on
@@Eris123451 The British are good I imagine a few others , however, listen and you’ll hear a a distinction. They got this down to a science. The Alien series where British too HG Wells Sir Arthur Conan Doyal On and on and on It’s almost a Write of Passage I’ll be listening to something ans think : that’s good And it will be British 8 outta 10 times I watched Lawrence of Arabia last night Another one In the theater of the mind- excellent In real world goals- not so good Almost self hating / self destructive and a magnet pulling everyone else down while elevating their enemies. Once you see it , it’s difficult to deny Definitely infected America My guess , it’s a Spell -cast - as in cast system- over the consensus I could write a book about it But , the spell would make it unacceptable/ and nobody would read it Haunted Culture- guilt trip ? Germany should have won that dam war. Watching this is like watching Netflix and it’s commercials- unwatchable My guess is that certain people have vast wealth and it benefits them to destroy their own culture- they feel bad about it and strive to add some literary genius to counteract their ignorance. Really Like - sell out your neighbors and build an art gallery
Not a bad story, but not a great one, either. It is one thing to pad a story with exposition, but it is quite another to tell the story of the murders before the haunting, then have them depicted during the haunting, AND THEN REMIND THE READERS OF THE STORY AFTERWARDS, AND THEN REPEAT IT. Maybe he was paid by the word, but by treating his reader as an idiot, Donovan diminishes his story.
Yoshi lay prone in the bushes outside the wall and waited until the sentry passed. At the count of 100 he jumped up and dashed across the moonlit field to the wall. He scrambled up using chinks between the bricks scarcely longer than his finger tips. He slid over the rampart and crouched low listening as he breathed slowly though his black mask. Only the chirp of night insects and a distant dog’s howl. He rolled to the wall’s edge, gripped it, and dropped lightly to the ground, inside the castle at last. Slinking from shadow to shadow, he made his way into the palace complex, freezing occasionally for a passing guard, servant or drunken courtier. There! The entrance to the Daiyamo’s quarters. Yoshi sidled to it and with a deft motion pulled the sliding door open and slipped inside, closing it noiselessly behind him. Creeping down the dim corridor, avoiding nightingale spots spies warned him of, he spotted the floral print of his target’s room. Knowing the door would be alarmed with bells, Yoshi took a bold approach. He eased his ninja-to from its sheath, a centimeter per minute, taking deep, slow, measured breaths, listening carefully. Satisfied, almost as one movement he slashed open the silk partition and burst inside. He fell upon the blanketed figure on the floor and stabbed it expertly through the brain. With a wicked twist he withdrew the blade and whipped the blanket aside to sever the head. A ripe melon with a goofy expression inked on it stared back at him dumbly, juice running from the hole Yoshi made between its eyes. Grimacing beneath his mask, Yoshi leaped up and back into a defensive stance. Behind him he heard, _”You FOOL! Warren is DEAD!”_ Yoshi didn’t speak English so he had no idea what that meant.
Listened to this with the family while heading to Mirror Lake in the mountains of Utah. Now my 12 year old won't go to sleep.... Thanks Ian. 🙂
Sorry about that, Craig!
Mission accomplished. ;-)
A very enjoyable story I loved your read ,and you did it efforetly. Thank you GOOD IGHTGOD BLESS
What a wonderful old yarn All the descriptions and details really add to the depth and texture of the story You did another first rate job of telling the tale Thank you for it
Excellent. Very good. Thank you Mr. Gordon and Horror Babble.
That is a seriously cool landscape background.
This is a great story, gave me chills on how descriptive it was. Truly could envision the murders.
Great story thanks for sharing!!
HorrorBabble's production of "A Night of Horror" (from English author Dick Donovan's 1899 Tales of Terror anthology) is a passionately gratifying, luxuriously well-detailed tale indeed and a welcome addition to the what I'm coming to think of as "The HorrorBabble Literary Classics Library". Excellent again, HB!
Greetings from the U.S. These british ghost stories are my absolute fave!!! Keep up the good work 👍👍👍😍😍😍
They're Victorian/turn of the century ghost stories. Half the authors are American. But the fact this delightful British reader reads them out gives them all such delightful sound.
“ And for two whole days the sleek, lazy cats of Ulthar would touch no food, but only doze by the fire or in the sun.”
Cats, not touch food?? Don't know about that lolz. My little fella trys to get onto my bloody dinner plate!
Gotta love a cute, cheeky little kitten. I have a perfect little specimen staring at me currently.
@@DocZ82 same at my house. Spoiled dang siamese trying to sleep on my head.
We get it already, HorrorBabble fans have read about the cats of Ulthar
@@thefisherking78 Well anyway, there's not much left to go so it will soon be over.
@@melfreemans Nice lolz! Gotta love that.
This was an amazing tale tonight. I really enjoyed it a lot. I loved the mystery , castle, ghost and descriptive setting. Thank you very much. Have a marvelous day 💖 🌟 😊
Indeed are British Ghoststories the best ghost stories in existence. But I must admit that American ghost/horror stories are a favorite of mine too. From E. A. Poe to The Lovecraft Circle and on, are in my view just as good. And now there is a new generation of very good writers to enjoy.
Greetings from Holland.
That was defo my cup of earl gray. My fav has always been haunted castle thank u Ian 💜🙏💜🙏
A great gothic ghost story. Thank you!
Great story and narration.
I really liked this one!
I don’t know if it’s the algorithm or what, but I feel like I haven’t seen a video from y’all in forever; either way I’m glad that you’ve maintained the impeccable quality that has always been your hallmark, and I can’t wait to listen to the back catalogue of other new readings I’ve missed as well as my old favorites. PS: if you still enjoy it and can find the time please write more original works too, that one about the old man in the wheelchair still sticks with me as one of the few ghost stories that’s stayed in the back of my head to scare me later, and I’m a fully grown man too 😂😂
Cool thanks man
“At one time he threatened to abandon the expedition if I remained insistent; a threat which proved effective, since he alone held the key to the *thing* ……….
Keep up the good work Jen & Ian and, as always, stay safe!
Tiny shoutout to Eris too!
Raspberry ripple ice Cream.
400 ml Freshly exsanguinated human blood, (any blood type will do)
5g pectin
Add sugar to taste and set aside
I litre vanilla ice cream
Remove the ice cream from the freezer and whisk until slightly slushy. Return to a plastic container and swirl the red sauce through to make a ripple effect. Freeze again until firm and ready to serve.
@cak01vej
Well it's from Granny Scruples, Popular recipes from the Home Counties and the West Country (1873) but your point is well made particularly concerning the shelf life and the flavor.
Apparently 1873 was an unusually bad year for raspberries.
Sounds like a classic. Thanks much!!
It’s kinda hunting to think that we’ve heard him talk for hours but never breathe once. Great work!
Perhaps Ian is the Cool Air protagonist?
Absolutely Phenomenal!.makes one wonder if there could be more innocent folks bricked up in the walls of other old homes🤔 really a rather unsettling thought....
Thank you Sir👻
Apparently it used be quite a, "thing," during the middle ages.
Spoiler alert. But I think we all guessed...
Always
Love
Outstanding as always many thanks Ian 😎👍
I'm loving every new story you post. THANK YOU xx
EXCELLENT AS ALWAYS ❤
Another Excellent read. Yes I believe this story could have truth to it.
Well done. Extraordinary Narrative .
Your a really good narrator! I really enjoy your readings..
I remember in another comment, I simply referred to you as the 'old man' lol..
I now have seen your name is Ian.
Great stuff seriously..
This channel is a lot more classy then most other horror channels out there.
Keep up the great work guys
So good!
Poor Warren
That was unimaginatively told. Your narration was excellent as always, but the actual story was more like the recounting in a high school writing class, of a classic story, but with none of the heart.
i second that. your reading was great, but i knew the whole story once i heard that the previous owner had said his wife and child moved to london. it was highly predictable.
🥰🥰🥰 yu can always count on Ian for a good story you've never heard 💜💜💜
Thanks
Great story, all the best from 🏴
Low key, but very enjoyable. 👍
This guy has some monster stones on him. Not only did he go bad to his bedroom but got in bed and went back to sleep!
Got to admit if it was me I'd be driving fast and half way to London
GREAT
"I'm of a romantic nature so I brought my point." Come again ??
warren is still dead
......................................................................no wait ?
That's what you think -- Warren!
Horrorbabble is on at the arcade!!! Several listeners today. 💀
Nice thumbnail art
Great story Bravo 👏 🙌 👍
Must have been a scary story for the Victorians.
I would like to go back in time and show them a copy of The Exorcist in the local cinema, then count the dead bodies being carted out
Modern people have a different experience of the supernatural than Victorians. Modern people see supernatural events on TV, in movies, an on the internet all the time. They don’t even have to be horror fans to see ghosts in TV commercials. This is why even the most hardened skeptic today can still tell you exactly how to kill a vampire despite not believing in them in the least. But they hear of supposedly real supernatural events only in passing. Which is why even believers in the supernatural often dismiss them.
Victorians by contrast _heard_ about supernatural events all the time. Most were Christians so every church service provided a supernatural tale even if they never listened to fire side ghost stories or read penny dreadfuls. But they rarely ever _saw_ anything supernatural at all. Guys like the protagonist’s hard headed skeptical friend were common enough back then because supernatural sights were so rare. So when Victorians saw something they believed genuinely supernatural or read even an account of one they got quite a fright. Even if that same account today wouldn’t frighten the most sheltered modern teen.
@@speurtighearnamacterik8230 Wrong. Supernatural events are real and occur. I've witnessed them IRL. Again, they're rare - I've only witnessed two in my entire 50 + year life. And generally that's true for most believers. Even for believers, someone who claims ghosts, fairies, and such are part of their daily life is suspect. And that's an important consideration in ANY era.
As for you, you've fallen into a very modern era fallacy. You believe that because people in past times occasionally believed foolish things that they are somehow naturally inferior to your own intellect. Are astrolabes, pyramids, cathedrals, samurai swords, and steam engines the product of stupid people? You are not inherently better than a Victorian just because you inherited (sometimes from discoveries they made!) updated and improved science. I can tell by your tone you're an atheist who probably believes in the Theory of Evolution. Remind me: what era did Charles Darwin live in? You also mistake emotional weakness for mental weakness. It's emotional weakness to bent out of shape by finding out you're related to negroes. A "special snowflake because my feelings" moment from another era. Mental weakness is not being able to think straight and the Victorians were very strong on that front. Or they tried to be and tried harder than modern people. Google the Washington Post article featuring an 1895 grade school test. I know college sophomores who couldn't pass it.
Finally, if people in the past were our mental inferiors because they believed in supernatural things, how do you explain our superiority from your own world view knowing so many of your modern peers believe in the same supernatural things? Or even sillier things besides the supernatural? Hell, racism is still a thing in the 21st century and in some surprising areas enjoying a revival.
If you really wanted to terrify them make them watch a few episodes of Keeping Up With the Kardashians....
The thing would be better
@@miskatonicuniversityavclub202 Alien!!!! That would be the best!
Your videos are seriously amazing!
What a pitty that today castles are not haunted. They are just cold. A very nice story although, may take us back to times that the castles used to be castles.
Wonderful story!
Thank you for your excellent reading of this very good ghost story!
Thanks for reading a real Victorian ghost story, I love the atmosphere they create.
Haunted castles are my favorite
Would love to explore one someday soon. Any recommendations in Scotland, Ireland, England, Wales?
Thank Cthulhu I'm the one who died -- Could you imagine starting every tale with "You fool, Dick is Dead!" Cheers Warren, who is stopping right here!
Indeed, It doesn't bear thinking about.
@@Eris123451 -- Unbearable, if not Unnameable! Warren!
Wouldn't it be 'You fool, Randy is dead!'? Not that it would be much better, lol.
@@miarencrowsdaughter6434 -- lol, it took me a moment to realize you were talking about Carter! Cheers Warren, whose mind, if not in the gutter, is in the Underworld!
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I would say that this is one of my most favorite stories I realize that this is a new one but it was really really really really good thank you so much I wish I had money to give you but I don't I live on a fixed income but just know that you have my support and prayers it was an excellent story and excellent scary story.
OK, minor beef. I’m a professional writer and a fairly imaginative dude. I don’t like the Victorian stereotype that people who believe in supernatural stuff are like sensitive, imaginative, artistic types with romance in their souls, while skeptics are close-minded, hard-headed bores who have no poetry or wonder in their lives.
That’s nonsense. Being skeptical and rational is in no way some barrier to awe and joy and wonder and artistic participation in the universe. Not to be harsh, but that’s a myth created by credulous people who want to conflate gullibility with artistic sensitivity. Skepticism gives me a richer, fuller appreciation and love of the world around me. It’s a universe I can appreciate for the real mysteries it offers, not antiquated superstitions I have to pretend are a thing as a prerequisite to finding wonder in the universe or whatever.
Well said , sir
Babble on, my fellow narrator.
Hey Mr Gordon can Warren come out to play?
Bravi
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Iv noticed the British tell the best stories by far .
It’s a gift that seems to be prolific and though the categories from horror to sci - fi.
Unfortunately this greatness is eclipsed by their fall after Cromwell to current political and legal authority.
Oxymoronic , self annihilation and bringing European nations down as mercenaries, into the abyss of banking and Babylonian Talmud tradition.
Odd
Very strange indeed
Like loving your enemies and hating your own family.
However, Enfield motorcycles, Vickers cars and Merlin engines also reflected true greatness.
Then I hear Jack London
People of the Abyss- and just wonder wtf - about England
Great stories- by far
Nobody comes close to - maybe a few American or Russian authors can pull this stuff off, However not as eloquently.
No , I don’t think Romans built any of that great architecture
Not London, not roads , not any of it.
That’s English/ British and Anglo to the bone.
Why let an official narrative say Romans built it !?!?
No way
Romans killed and extortion and never built anything. Greeks might have built Rome in fact
I just can’t figure it out
Mechanical engineering and literature match the architecture
Then ... oh never mind
Something is going on
Ambrose Bierce ?
@@Eris123451
The British are good
I imagine a few others , however, listen and you’ll hear a a distinction.
They got this down to a science.
The Alien series where British too
HG Wells
Sir Arthur Conan Doyal
On and on and on
It’s almost a Write of Passage
I’ll be listening to something ans think : that’s good
And it will be British 8 outta 10 times
I watched
Lawrence of Arabia last night
Another one
In the theater of the mind- excellent
In real world goals- not so good
Almost self hating / self destructive and a magnet pulling everyone else down while elevating their enemies.
Once you see it , it’s difficult to deny
Definitely infected America
My guess , it’s a Spell -cast - as in cast system- over the consensus
I could write a book about it
But , the spell would make it unacceptable/ and nobody would read it
Haunted Culture- guilt trip ?
Germany should have won that dam war.
Watching this is like watching Netflix and it’s commercials- unwatchable
My guess is that certain people have vast wealth and it benefits them to destroy their own culture- they feel bad about it and strive to add some literary genius to counteract their ignorance.
Really
Like - sell out your neighbors and build an art gallery
Not a bad story, but not a great one, either. It is one thing to pad a story with exposition, but it is quite another to tell the story of the murders before the haunting, then have them depicted during the haunting, AND THEN REMIND THE READERS OF THE STORY AFTERWARDS, AND THEN REPEAT IT. Maybe he was paid by the word, but by treating his reader as an idiot, Donovan diminishes his story.
Elegantly written and narrated, but now after 123 years, the story is rather predictable.
If I were to visit this demense, I would be not up to dick, if you know what I mean.
You need a lot of patience for these Victorian stories
Yoshi lay prone in the bushes outside the wall and waited until the sentry passed. At the count of 100 he jumped up and dashed across the moonlit field to the wall. He scrambled up using chinks between the bricks scarcely longer than his finger tips. He slid over the rampart and crouched low listening as he breathed slowly though his black mask. Only the chirp of night insects and a distant dog’s howl. He rolled to the wall’s edge, gripped it, and dropped lightly to the ground, inside the castle at last. Slinking from shadow to shadow, he made his way into the palace complex, freezing occasionally for a passing guard, servant or drunken courtier. There! The entrance to the Daiyamo’s quarters. Yoshi sidled to it and with a deft motion pulled the sliding door open and slipped inside, closing it noiselessly behind him. Creeping down the dim corridor, avoiding nightingale spots spies warned him of, he spotted the floral print of his target’s room. Knowing the door would be alarmed with bells, Yoshi took a bold approach. He eased his ninja-to from its sheath, a centimeter per minute, taking deep, slow, measured breaths, listening carefully. Satisfied, almost as one movement he slashed open the silk partition and burst inside. He fell upon the blanketed figure on the floor and stabbed it expertly through the brain. With a wicked twist he withdrew the blade and whipped the blanket aside to sever the head. A ripe melon with a goofy expression inked on it stared back at him dumbly, juice running from the hole Yoshi made between its eyes. Grimacing beneath his mask, Yoshi leaped up and back into a defensive stance. Behind him he heard, _”You FOOL! Warren is DEAD!”_
Yoshi didn’t speak English so he had no idea what that meant.