In the dark shadows of the roomorg, to the rhythm of the stolen telltale heart, as the black cat swings on the pendulum, and the cat scoffers its sherry deep and dry.

As you knock at our chamber door, we open and usher you in.

Our sleepless tales for you in store, and the terror shall be lifted. Never more.

Raise yourself for the no-sleep podcast.

Welcome to the no-sleep podcast. I'm your host, David Cummings.

As we reach the end of season 19, we look back on the many horror themes we've touched on.

Inspired by this season's muse, Edgar Allen Poe, we have delved into the many concepts that instill fear in our hearts.

And even though Poe used the metaphor of a beating heart to convey the horror of guilt and revenge, we all know that deep down the heart symbolizes love.

Love, and committing yourself to another person. And when you want to commit yourself to someone in the most official of ways, you consider being married to them.

And as we all know, there is no such thing as horror to be found in a marriage.

Now now stop thinking about all those true crime stories you've heard. Just because some married people end up inflicting all manner of suffering and torment and murder.

Actually come to think of it. I guess even love doesn't preclude one from experiencing horror. Yes, the horror of love.

So in that very bloody vein, we present this final episode of the season with the theme of people who find that marriage isn't all roses and sunshine.

In some ways, perhaps this finale is the perfect time to consider separating ourselves from these dark themes, at least until we return for the next episode.

It's only fitting, therefore, at the beginning of the end, to hear one last reflection from the man himself.

Poe often wrote of the pain and horror of a broken heart, lamenting the loss of one so dearly loved.

And even when someone moves on and commits themselves to another, sometimes the loss can't be soothed.

In this short verse performed by Erica Sanderson, we meet a woman who is married a wealthy man.

Ah, it is a shame there is someone else she dearly loves but can never have.

So lament, if you will, as we hear about this woman in the bridal ballad.

The ring is on my hand and the wreath is on my brow.

Satins and jewels grand are all at my command, and I am happy now.

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