Some stories were never supposed to be told, Stories that exist in the twilight between science and the

supernatural, between history and the horror. Stories that speak of terrifying things.

Stories that you want to hear.

Stories that you need to hear.

Stories that will sink their teeth in and never let you go.

My name is Mike Brown, and this is pleasing terrors.

Episode 26, Monster of the Deep.

Late on the night of November 20,

late on the night of November 20, 1850, Night Watchman George Pollard Jr. walked his beat on the

quiet streets of a small island 30 miles south of Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

He was an old man, long past his prime.

To the people of the island, he was a nobody, an invisible man, a shadow among shadows,

and he didn't mind. He considered it a mercy. He remembered a time when people knew who he was, when they remembered the horror that was associated with his name.

And he was content to walk the streets at night and be ignored.

The island was a strange place. It had a long history, one that stretched back much

further than the memories of its white inhabitants. It was a place enshrouded and a fog of folklore and superstition.

It was a place where the inhabitants often waited for bad news to roll in with the tide.

The island was settled by the British in 1659, but had been home to Native Americans for countless years before that.

And it was those early residents which gave this place its name.

While the locals called it the Grey Lady of the Sea because of how the

fog often enveloped it. Its true name was Nantucket, which was thought to have meant,

in the midst of the waters or faraway land.

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