Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Thank you. The Witches Hale!

The fascination of the earie. Weird blood-chilling tales told by old Nancy the witch of Salem,

and Satan her white black cat.

They are waiting, waiting for you now. Now.

One of three-year-old, I think today. Yes, sir, a hundred and three year old. Well, Satan, what kind of a cheerful

mid-time yarn all we spend these folks, and I? Now, tell everyone to douse their light, Satan. That's right.

Make it nice and dark and cheerful.

Now draw up to the fire, and gaze into the emberts,

daze into empty,

and spoon your sea into the parlour of a fine big house in a great city.

Soon you'll see a woman sitting there,

for a table on which there lies an open letter, and a knife,

is a crying, trin' as of her heart as great.

And blending with her sobs, you'll hear the ticking of a clock.

A clock who tends are moving toward the hour of four in the morning.

And so begins our story of the suicide.

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