The Crowd by Ray Bradbury
The Classic Ghost Stories Podcast
Tony Walker
4.9 • 835 Ratings
🗓️ 25 March 2022
⏱️ 35 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Everybody dies, don't they? |
| 0:10.5 | Everybody come back. |
| 0:12.6 | Isn't that so? |
| 0:14.4 | You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you? |
| 0:17.4 | How do the dead comeback, mother? |
| 0:20.0 | What's the secret? The Crowd by Ray Bradbury. |
| 0:26.3 | Mr. Spalner put his hands over his face. |
| 0:30.0 | There was the feeling of movement in space, the beautifully tortured scream, |
| 0:34.7 | the impact and tumbling of the car with wall, through wall, over and down like a toy, |
| 0:39.4 | and him hurled out of it. Then, silence. The crowd came running. Faintly, where he lay, he heard them |
| 0:47.6 | running. He could tell their ages and their sizes by the sound of their numerous feet over the summer |
| 0:52.9 | grass, and on the lined pavement |
| 0:54.8 | and over the asphalt street and picking through the cluttered bricks to where his car hung |
| 1:00.7 | half into the night sky still spinning its wheels with senseless centrifuge. Where the crowd came |
| 1:07.7 | from he didn't know. He struggled to remain aware, and then the crowd |
| 1:12.4 | faces hemmed in upon him, hung over him like the large growing leaves of down-bent trees. |
| 1:19.3 | There were a ring of shifting, compressing, changing faces over him, looking down, looking |
| 1:24.0 | down, reading the time of his life or death by his face, making his face into |
| 1:29.6 | a moon dial, where the moon cast a shadow from his nose out upon his cheek to tell the time |
| 1:35.6 | of breathing or not breathing any more after. How swiftly a crowd comes, he thought, like the |
| 1:43.1 | iris of an eye compressing in out of nowhere, |
| 1:46.2 | a siren, a police voice, movement. Blood trickled from his lips and he was being moved into an |
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