Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to Nocturnal Transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales both old and new, performed by your humble narrator, Kristen Holland.

First of all, thank you to all the magnificent supporters of our humble production,

who heeded the call and rated and reviewed nocturnal transmissions on their podcast apps,

as we so shamelessly implored you to do last episode.

Some of you have said some extremely lovely things about the show,

and I must admit you hit us right in the fields as they say. Thank you for

helping us hopefully reach an even bigger audience and thank you also for making us feel good

about what we're doing here. Oh if I on, I'm sure to become insufferably

mortal and so let's just conclude this with a thank you. Thank you, gentle listener.

Now, we've banged on in the past about how much we love receiving story suggestions,

particularly when they present our humble narrator with a challenge,

or a piece of content that we would not have considered without your prompting.

This episode's morsel of mayhem certainly ticks both of those boxes.

Our beloved Patreon acolyte, Joanne Brooker, threw down this particular gauntlet.

By the way, Ms. Brooker is not only an acolyte of nocturnal transmissions, she is also a talented visual artist.

If you'd like to feast your eyes on some of her vibrant concoctions, I'm sure she wouldn't mind me directing you to her Instagram page.

Joanne underscore Broker underscore artist.

Now, to the matter of her story suggestion, she requested the dance of the hanged men by Rambo.

No, not that one, the other one, the French one, who was less inclined to shoot people.

Although he did stab his lover, fellow man of letters Paul Verlain, who, as a matter of fact,

returned the favour on another occasion by shooting Rambo, who, not unlike his namesake, proved

to be rather hard to kill, and later in life actually became an arms dealer. So, it's not

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