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Tonight, as part of our third annual October Classic Horror Sleep Stories series, airing every Wednesday this October, we'll read our adaptation of the opening to the hound of the Baskervilles.

It is the third full novel featuring Sherlock Holmes and was published in 1901 written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

The hound of the Baskervilles is a mystery about an attempted murder inspired by the legend of a diabolical hound of supernatural origin.

One of the most famous stories ever written, it is considered by Sherlock Holmes scholars to be the most perfect lover.

Let's get cozy, close your eyes, relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, saved upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.

I stood upon the hearth rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before.

It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous headed.

Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across.

To James Mortimer, MRCS from his friends of the CCH was engraved upon it with the date 1884.

It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry, dignified, solid and reassuring.

Well Watson, what do you make of it? Holmes was sitting with his back to me and I had given him no sign of my occupation.

How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.

I have, at least, a well-polished silver-plated coffee pot in front of me, said he, but tell me Watson, what do you make of our visitor's stick?

Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance.

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