Episode 23: Between the Lights by E F Benson
The Classic Ghost Stories Podcast
Tony Walker
4.9 • 835 Ratings
🗓️ 23 December 2019
⏱️ 30 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Everybody dies, stand there. |
| 0:10.4 | Isn't that so? |
| 0:14.4 | You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you? |
| 0:17.1 | How do the date come back, mother? |
| 0:20.0 | What's the secret? |
| 0:21.1 | Between the lights by E.F. Benson. |
| 0:26.0 | The day had been one of unceasing fall of snow from sunrise until the gradual withdrawal of the vague white light outside indicated that the sun had set again. |
| 0:37.3 | But as usual, at this hospitable and delightful house |
| 0:40.5 | of Everard Chandler, where I often spent Christmas, and was spending it now, there had been no |
| 0:46.2 | lack of entertainment, and the hours had passed with the rapidity that had surprised us. |
| 0:51.8 | A short billiard tournament had filled up the time between breakfast and lunch |
| 0:55.4 | with badminton and the morning papers for those who were temporarily not engaged, |
| 1:00.5 | while afterwards the interval till tea time had been occupied by the majority of the party |
| 1:05.5 | in a huge game of hide and seek all over the house, |
| 1:09.6 | barring the billiard roomroom, which was sanctuary for any |
| 1:12.7 | who desired peace. But few had done that. The enchantment of Christmas, I must suppose, |
| 1:19.1 | had, like some spell, made children of us again, and it was with pulsied terror and trembling |
| 1:25.5 | misgivings that we had tiptoed up and down the dim passages, |
| 1:29.3 | from any corner of which some wild screaming form might dart out on us. |
| 1:34.3 | Then, wearied with exercise and emotion, we had assembled again for tea in the hall, |
| 1:40.3 | a room of shadows and panels, on which the light from the wide-open fireplace, |
| 1:46.0 | where there burned a divine mixture of peat and logs, flickered, and grew bright again on the walls. |
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