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Thank you. From the blackest corners of your mind, they call, pulling you deep into shadow, twisting your senses, keeping you from sleep.

It's time to face your darkest fears. This is Tales to Terrify. Good evening, children of the night, and welcome.

We have one longer tale for you tonight, A classic from Sabine Beringgold.

Sabine Beringgold was an Anglican priest with a Gothic streak,

a prolific scholar who wrote over 1,200 works spanning hymns, ghost stories, and gruesome folklore.

Though he's best known for penning onward Christian soldiers, he had several

memorable outings in horror from the book of weirwolves, a grisly classic of lichanthropic lore,

and a book of ghosts brimming with eerie tales. Standing in his desk in a moorland manner,

he conjured saints' salt marsh madness and the sinister myths of medieval Europe.

Children of the Night, join me for Sabine Bering Gould's A Dead Finger, first published in A Book of Ghosts, 1904.

Music You know, Chapter 1

Why the National Gallery should not attract so many visitors as, say, the British

Museum, I cannot explain. The latter does not contain much

that, one would suppose, appeals to the interest of the ordinary sightseer. What knows such

of prehistoric flints and scratched bones? Of Assyrian sculpture? Of Egyptian hieroglyphics, the Greek and Roman statuary

is cold and dead. The paintings in the National Gallery glow with color and are instinct with life.

Yet somehow a few listless wanderers saunter yawning through the National Gallery, whereas

swarms pour through the halls of the British Museum, and talk and pass remarks about the

...