In the dark of night, one light still yet burns.

Frightened fingers tremble as brittle pages turn.

Fireside Mystery Theatre presents The Midnight Reading,

a summer series of dramatic recitations of dark masterpieces in miniature by the masters of the macabre.

Good evening. I'm Ali Silva.

Who doesn't love a good Irish ghost story?

We can't get enough of them ourselves.

In fact, there are two different podcast episodes of Fireside Mystery Theater that are

entirely devoted to this very subject. If you haven't heard those yet, this terrific

chiller by Mrs. Riddell, aka Charlotte Riddell, called The Last Squire of Ennis-More, will certainly

put you in the proper mood for when you do.

Here to read, The Last Squire of Ennismore is our own Mary Murphy. Did I see it myself?

No, sir, I did not see it.

And my father before me did not see it, nor his father before him.

And he was Phil Regan just the same as myself.

But it is true for all that, just as true as that you were looking at the very place where

the whole thing happened. My great-grandfather, and he did not die till he was 98, used

to tell many a many's a time, how he met the stranger,

night after night, walking lonesome hike about the sands where most of the wreckage came ashore.

And the old house, then, stood behind that belt of Scotchfers?

Yes, and a fine house it was, too.

Hearing so much talk about it when I buy, my father said,

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