Episode 21 Christmas Eve on a Haunted Hulk by Frank Cowper
The Classic Ghost Stories Podcast
Tony Walker
4.9 • 835 Ratings
🗓️ 13 December 2019
⏱️ 55 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Everybody dies, don't they? |
| 0:10.4 | Isn't that certain? |
| 0:14.4 | You tried to get into the locked room today, didn't you? |
| 0:17.4 | How do that they'd come back, mother? |
| 0:20.0 | What's the secret? |
| 0:22.0 | Christmas Eve, on a haunted Hulk by Frank Cowper. |
| 0:27.0 | I shall never forget that night as long as I live. |
| 0:30.7 | It was during the Christmas vacation of 1877. |
| 0:34.6 | I was staying with an old college friend |
| 0:36.4 | who had lately been appointed the curate of a country parish, and had asked me to come and cheer him up, since he could not get away at that time. |
| 0:44.9 | As we drove along the straight country lane from the little wayside station, it forcibly struck me that life in such a place must be dreary indeed. |
| 0:57.0 | I have always been much influenced by local colour. Above all things, I am depressed by a dead level, and here was monotony with a vengeance. |
| 1:03.0 | On each side of the low hedges, lichen-covered and wind-cropped, stretched bare fields, |
| 1:09.0 | the absolute level of the horizon being only broken at |
| 1:12.4 | intervals by some mournful tree that pointed like a decrepit towards the east, for all its |
| 1:19.0 | western growth was nipped and blasted by the roaring southwest winds. An occasional black spot dotted |
| 1:26.4 | against the grey distance marked a hayrick or labourer's cottage, |
| 1:30.3 | while some two miles ahead of us the stunted spire of my friend's church stood out against the wintry sky, |
| 1:37.3 | amid the withered branches of a few ragged trees. |
| 1:40.3 | On our right hands stretched dreary wastes of mud, interspersed here and there with |
| 1:46.3 | firmer patches of land, but desolate and forlorn, cut off from all communication with the mainland |
| 1:52.9 | by acres of mud and thin streaks of brown water. A few sea birds were piping over the waist, |
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