It's time to turn off the lights and turn on the dark.

Turn on the lights and turn on the dark.

Good evening, listener.

You're listening to chilling tales for dark nights.

On tonight's edition, we invite you to leave behind your safe reality and he's sent with us into the frightening depths of the most terrifying imaginations.

With two audio adaptations of frightening fiction about harrowing houses and tortuous trips.

Well folks, here we are, deep into January.

I wonder what horror is awaiting us?

I'm your host Steve Taylor and tonight I'll be your guide as we traverse the dimly lit corridors of your darkest dreams.

Joining us tonight to help bring to life the frightening fiction of David Cassie and Lonnie Aaron Elder are voice talents drew blood and Danielle Hewitt.

Now get your ticket ready, take your seat in our theater of the mines and brace yourself.

It's time to turn off the lights and turn on the dark.

Our first tale of the evening is written by David Cassie and is performed by drew blood.

In it, we meet a family taken an adventure on the water racing towards the site of their new home. So without further ado, I present to you Hush House.

William Harrow stood at the front of the modest off-white skip as it lurched forward, constantly battered, lifted and crashing back down again with the swelling tide.

He didn't move, looking onward with one hand raised to his shaped, serious brow in the near salute through a particularly wet and noxious low mist.

Hush Isle, once just an uncertain black shape lost in the fog, gradually came into view, changing its form into something rather gaunt and unsightly.

There was no sand there, there was no proper beach.

The base of the small island was composed entirely of unwieldy, sharp black rocks that sputtered stiffly in the grey winter bloom.

Behind him, his wife Eleanor and six-year-old daughter Rose scuttled about, laughing in the cold, open air, and running their hands through the choppy current.

Now and then, one of them would squill or gasp as the icy water rushed upward and met them, slashing at the sides of the skiff and spraying them in the face and hair.

He didn't notice them, he didn't even look back. He thought he had seen something in the dreary morning haze as they pressed on through the turbulence.

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