The Yeah. Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales this is your host John

Hagenhorn we haven't done a story from Ambrose Biers for a while and I have a very

good one for you today it's called the death of Help and Praiser.

H.P. Lovecraft, a master of Gothic horror stories, referred to Biersz's The Death of

Help and Praiser, written in 1893, 1893, as the most fiendishly ghastly tale in the literature of the Anglo-Saxon race.

We'll find out soon, if you agree.

And now our story. For by death is wrought greater change than hath

been shown. Whereas in general the spirit that removed cometh back upon occasion and is sometimes seeing of those in flesh

appearing in the form of the body at bore

Get it hath happened that the veritable body without the spirit hath walked.

And it is attested of those encountering who have lived to speak thereon that a

litche so raised up hath no natural affection, no remembrance thereof, but only hate.

Also it is known that some spirits which in life were benign become by death evil altogether.

One dark night in midsummer, a man walking from a dreamless sleep in a forest lifted

his head from the earth and staring a few moments into the blackness said

Catherine La Rue. He said nothing more. No reason was known to him why he should have said so much.

The man was helping Frazier. He lived in St Helena but where he lives now is uncertain for he's dead.

One who practices sleeping in the woods with nothing under him but the dry leaves and the damp earth,

and nothing over him but the branches from which the leaves have fallen and the sky from which the earth has fallen cannot hope for great

longevity and Frazier had already attained the age of 32. There are persons in

this world, billions of persons, and far away the best persons who regard that as a very advanced age.

They are the children.

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