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The Intoxicated Ghost And Other Stories by Arlo Bates Free Adult Audiobooks No Copyright.

section one of the intoxicated ghost and other stories this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by patty cunningham the intoxicated ghost and other stories by arlo bates the intoxicated ghost chapter one

it was not her beauty which made irene gaspic unusual although she was bewitchingly pretty nor yet her wit her cleverness or her wealth albeit she was well endowed with all these good gifts other girls were pretty and wise and witty and rich it was something far more pecant and rare which marked irene as different from her mates the fact being that from her great aunt on the mother's side an old lady who for nearly 90 years displayed to her fellow mortals one of the most singular characters possible irene had inherited the power of seeing ghosts it is so generally regarded as a weakness even to believe in disembodied spirits that injustice to irene it is but fair to remark that she believed in them only because she could not help seeing them and that the power with which she was endowed had come to her by inheritance quite without any wish on her part any fair-minded person must perceive the difference between seeing ghosts because one is so foolish as to believe in them and believing in their existence because one cannot help seeing them it might be added moreover that the firmness which miss gaspik had displayed when visited by some of the most unpleasant wraiths in the whole category should be allowed to tell in her favor when she was approached during a visit to castle dogoffith gahu where as every traveler in wales is aware is to be found the most ghostly phantom in the three kingdoms by a gory figure literally streaming with blood and carrying its mangled head in its hands she merely remarked coldly go away at once please you do not alarm me in the least but to come into the presence of a lady in such a state of unpleasant dismemberment is in shockingly bad taste whereas the poor wraith fell all along the ground in astonishment and alarm leaving a stain of blood upon the stone floor which may be seen to this day by anyone who doubts the tail enough to go to castle dogoffith gahu to see although irene seldom referred to her inheritance and professed when she did speak of it to feel a lively indignation that her aunt eunice mary omni should have thrust upon her such a bequest she was too thoroughly human and feminine to lack holy a secret pride that she should be distinguished by a gift so unusual she had too good taste openly to talk of it yet she had not the firmness entirely to conceal it and her friends were pretty generally aware of the legacy and of many circumstances resulting from its possession some few of her intimates indeed had ventured to employ her good offices in communicating with family rates and although irene was averse to anything which savored so strongly of mediumship and other vulgar trades she could not but be pleased at the excellent results which had followed her mediations in several instances when therefore she one day received a note from her old school friend fanny mchugh inviting her to come down to visit her at old tower with the mysterious remark i not only long to see you dear but there is something most important that you can do for me and nobody but you irene at once remembered that the mc hughes had a family ghost and was convinced that she was invited so to say in her professional capacity she was however by no means averse to going and that for several reasons the mcu estate was a beautiful old place in one of the loveliest of new england villages where the family had been in the ascendancy since pre-revolutionary days irene was sufficiently fond of fanny and she was well aware in virtue of that intuition which enables women to know so many things that her...

Short Ghost and Horror Collection La Lupa Free Scary Audiobooks Public Domain Spooky Books.
under the shadow of aetna sicilian stories from the italian of giovanni verga translation by nathan dole this is the librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by paula messina la lupa by giovanni verga she was tall and lean but she had a firm full bust and yet she was no longer young her complexion was brunette but pallid as if she had always suffered from malaria and this pallor set forth two big eyes and fresh rosy lips that seemed to eat you in the village she was called la lupa the she-wolf because she was never satisfied women made the sign of the cross when they saw her pass always alone like a big ugly hound with a vagabond and suspicious gait of a famished wolf she would bewitch their sons and their husbands in the twinkling of an eye with her red lips and she made them fall in love with her merely by looking at them out of those big satanic eyes of hers even if they were before santa agrabina's altar fortunately la lupa never came to church at easter or at christmas nor to hear mass or to make confession padre angelino of santa maria de jesus a true servant of god had lost his soul on her account mauricia poor girl pretty and clever she was secretly wept because she was la lupa's daughter and no one had offered to marry her though she had nice clothes in her bureau and her own little piece of land in the sun like every other girl of the village one time la lupa fell in love with the handsome youth who had just served out his time in the army and had come home and was helping to reap the notary's harvest with her for surely it means to be in love when she felt a flesh burn under the fustian shift and on looking at him to experience the thirst that one has in hot june days down in the lowlands but he went on with his work undisturbed with his nose on his sheaves and he said to her oh what's the matter niapina in the immense fields where the only sound was the rustle of the grasshoppers flying up while the sun was pouring down his hottest beams perpendicularly la lupa was heaping up sheaf on sheath and pile on pile without ever showing any signs of fatigue without one moment straightening herself up without once touching her lips to the water jug so as to stick close to nani's heels as he reaped and reaped and now and again he would ask what do you want niapina one evening she told him it was while the men were sleeping in the threshing floor weary of the long day's work and the dogs were howling through the vast black campagna i want you you're as handsome as the sun and as sweet as honey i want you but i want your daughter i want the young cough said nani laughing at his own joke lalupa thrust her hands into the masses of her hair scratching her temples without saying a word and went off and was not seen again in the harvest field but the following october she saw nani again at the same time when they were pressing the oil because he worked near her house and the rattle of the press kept her awake all night take a bag of olives she said to her daughter and come with me nani was shoveling the olives into the hopper and shouting oy to the mule to keep it going do you want my daughter marikia demanded nyapina what dowry will you give me with your daughter marikia replied nani she has her father's things and besides i will give her my house it will be enough for me if you let me have a corner in the kitchen to spread out a mattress in if that is so we can talk about it at christmas said nani nani was all grease and dirt from the olives put to fermenting and marikia would not have him on any account but her mother grabbed her by the hair as they stood in front of the hearth and hissed through her set teeth if you don't take him i'll kill you la lupa looked ill and the people remarked when the devil was old the devil a monk...

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Short Ghost and Horror Collection the Alchemist Free Scary Audiobooks Public Domain.

the alchemist by h.p lovecraft this is the librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org according by tyler doherty the alchemist by h.p lovecraft high up crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mount whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest stands the old chateau of my ancestors for centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house who honored line is older even in the mosque-grown castle walls these ancient turrets stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under this slow yet mighty pressure of time formed in the age of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable forces in all of france from its marticulated parapets and mounted battlements barons counts and even kings had been defied yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader but since those glorious years all is changed a poverty but little above the level of dire want together with a pride of name that forbids is the alleviation by the pursuit of commercial life have prevented the scions of our line from maintaining their estates in pristine splendor and the falling stones of the wall the overgrown vegetation in the parks the dry and dusty moat and the toppling towers without as well as the sagging floors the worm eaten wainscotts and the faded tapestries within all to a gloomy tale of a fallen grandeur as the ages past first one then another the four great turds were left to ruin until at last but a single tower housed the sadly reduced descendants of the once mighty lords of the estate it was in one of the vast and gloomy chambers of the remaining tower that i meant one last the unhappy and accursed counts to see first saw the light of day ninety long years ago within these walls and amongst the dark and shadowy forests the wild ravines and grantas of the hillside below were spent the first years of my troubled life my parents i never knew my father had been killed at the age of 32 a month before i was born by the fall of a stone somehow dislodged from one of the deserted part pets of the castle and my mother having died in my birth my care and education devolved solely upon one remaining servator an old and trusted man of considerable intelligence who name i remember is pierre i was only a child the lack of companionship which this fact entailed upon me was augmented by the strange care exercise for my aged guardian and excluding me from the society of the peasant children who abodes were scattered here and there upon the plains that surrounded the base of the hill that time pierre said that this restriction was imposed upon me because my noble birth placed me above associations with such plebeian company now i know that its real object was to keep from my ears the idle tails the dreaded curse upon our line that were nightly told and magnified by the simple tenetry as they conversed in the hushed accents in the glow of the cottage earth's thus isolated and thrown upon my own resources i spent the hours of my childhood and pouring of the ancient tomes that filled the shadow haunted library of the chateau enroaming without aim or purpose through the perpetual dust of the spectral wood that closed the side of the hill near its foot it was perhaps an effect of such surrounding that my mind early acquired a shade of melancholy those studies in pursuit which partake of the dark and occult in nature most strongly claimed my attention of my own race i was permitted to learn singularly little yet what small knowledge of it i was able to gain seem to depress me much perhaps it was at first only the manifest reluctance of my own perceptors to see with me my maternal ancestry that gave rise to the terror which i ever...

The Angel of Terror
by Edgar Wallace

Publication date 2008-01-22
Usage Public DomainCreative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics LibriVox, audio books, mystery, horror, Edgar Wallace
LibriVox recording of The Angel of Terror by Edgar Wallace, read by Allyson Hester

Beautiful Jean Briggerland is the epitome of evilness in this twisting and turning thriller. She plots many different ways to steal her new victim's riches including lies and murder. Only Jack Glover the lawyer of Jean's most recent victim, is aware of her true nature. Can he stop her crime spree and bring her to justice before she murders her way to wealth and happiness? Don't count on it! Page after page offers action, new twists, and unexpected surprises that will keep the reader listening for more! (Summary by Allyson Hester)

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chapters 1 and 2 of the angel of terror this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this reading by allison hester of athens georgia the angel of terror by edgar wallace chapter one

the hush of the court which had been broken when the foremen of the jury returned their verdict was intensified as the judge with a quick glance over his pins nay at the tall prisoner marshaled his papers with the precision and method which old men display intense moments such as these he gathered them together white paper and blue and buff and stacked them into a neat heap on a tiny ledge to the left of his desk then he took his pen and wrote a few words on a printed paper before him another breathless pause and he groped beneath the desk and brought out a small square of black silk and carefully laid it over his white wig then he spoke james meredith you have been convicted after a long impatient trial of the awful crime of willful murder with the verdict of the jury i am in complete agreement there is little doubt after hearing the evidence of the unfortunate lady to whom you were engaged and whose evidence you attempted in the most brutal manner to refute that instigated by your jealousy you shot ferdinand buford the evidence of miss burgerland that you had threatened this poor young man and that you left her presence in a temper is unshaken by a terrible coincidence mr buelford was in the street outside your fiance's door when you left and maddened by your insane jealousy you shot him dead to suggest as you have through your council that you called at miss burgerlands that night to break off your engagement and that the interview was a mild one and unattended by recriminations is to suggest that this lady has deliberately committed perjury in order to swear away your life and went to that disgraceful charge you produced a motive namely that by your death or imprisonment miss briggerland who was your cousin would benefit to a considerable extent you merely add to your infamy nobody who saw the young girl in the box a pathetic and if i may say a beautiful figure could accept for one moment your fantastic explanation who killed ferdinand bulford a man without an enemy in the world that tragedy cannot be explained away it now only remains for me to pass the sentence which the law imposes the jury's recommendation to mercy will be forwarded to the proper quarter he then proceeded to pass the sentence of death and the tall man in the dock listened without a muscle of his face moving so ended the great berkeley street murder trial and when a few days later it was announced that the sentence of death had been commuted to one of penal servitude for life there were newspapers and people who hinted at mistaken leniency and...

I found a super track from the 1920s today by blues singer Clara Smith.
Sarnia de la mAré FRSA presents her new show on the tinterweb.

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hello darlings welcome to royal clarence radio i'm feeling rather chill a little delicate i won't lie and the reason i'm a little delicate is because yesterday i took my wonderful mother to a new venue actually very close to the marina just across the millennium bridge there um called the powder monkey tap house and it's affiliated with a brewery they say they do their own you know concoctions i'm not sure how all that beer stuff works because we were straight on the vino and a lovely lovely bottle of white um which was affordable and um their shots were rather pricey and they didn't do an irish coffee which was um rather uh of shock to one system so i had to buy my own whiskey and pour it into my coffee because they couldn't seem to manage that i have no idea why but they're very new now that's not what's the most exciting thing about it the most exciting thing about this venue is that it's set in the explosion museum of naval firepower yes it's inside a museum but it's in the open air so you have these sort of rambling grounds there's a field and they had live bands and music everyone was dancing it's a bit of a festival atmosphere and i know they've got another festival thing coming up in october so i will let you know all about that um so consequently it's because it's set in this environment of of navy um firepower there are these gigantic huge structures and and one looks at them and isn't quite sure what they are um they're huge fallacies and i think they were they're guns that were once on ships and submarines and things like that needless to say we stuck mother on them and took lots of photographs it was a bit like you know um being on a family outing actually but of course we'd had a few so it was a one of those a bit a little bit like a wedding i suppose anyway it was super super fun and it was an absolutely charming environment and i liked it because it was very family friendly but there were a lot of older people there as well which i just found really refreshing lots of older attractive men and funnily enough a man came approached my mother and he was 72 and he almost immediately asked mother her age which was i thought was a bit odd but it turns out he's a photographer and he was very pleased that she was 78 and he wanted to take photographs of her can you imagine she was secretly uh devastated obviously on the surface but secretly very very pleased um i don't think she's going to take him up on his offer but he wrote out a card and everything by hand and presented it to her with his phone number and uh how exciting how exciting and i think if she'd said that she was 95 he'd have been even more pleased um however she has no intention of launching a glamour model career at the ripe old age of 78. so but that was a bit of fun and we had an absolutely wonderful time now listen don't eat there maybe because the food was disgusting um i was some sort of hot dog but um it literally felt like it had been rolled around the carpet a few times um it's a completely tasteless and a funny texture so uh i'd avoid the hot dogs i don't know what the other food the other food on the menu was like because we just went for the hot dogs and it wasn't very cheap either so but that's my my review as as it stands now i have a wonderful wonderful tune for you today it is um a 19 it's a 1920s recording so this is taken from a 78 old vinyl 78 it's the courthouse blues by the amazing and talented blue singer clara smith and i think you're going to really really enjoy this hey

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splendid absolutely splendid i hope that's got you in the mood i'm going to be playing um some more tracks from the archives lots and lots of 78s for you all...

Old School Rhymes and Songs for Children Famous Public Domain Audio Books

I will be serialising several books this week, here is one of them.

The Gods of Mars (version 2)
by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Publication date 2013-02-02
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics Space Opera, science fiction, war, love, religious superstition
In this second volume of the Barsoom series, John Carter returns to Mars to learn that his heroic effort to salvage the atmosphere plant saved the planet's inhabitants, but he finds himself in the land of the dead. Luck restores his friends and even his son to him, and with them he escapes his imprisonment after unmasking (but not deposing) the cruel "goddess" Issus. He finds the Martians unready, however, to fling off their ancient religion and face the frightful truth of what "eternal peace" awaits those who make the voluntary pilgrimage to the Valley Dor. Worse, his wife's father and grandfather have failed to return from searching for him, and his wife in despair has taken the fatal pilgrimage down the River Iss. In their absence his worst enemy has seized power, and since John Carter has committed the unforgivable crime of returning from the land of the dead, all agree—for different reasons and with different intentions—that he must return to it. (Summary by T. A. Copeland)
Narrated by Thomas Copeland

chapter 1 of the gods of mars by edgar rice burroughs this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by thomas copeland the plant man as i stood upon the bluff before my cottage on that clear cold night in the early part of march 1886 the noble hudson flowing like a gray and silent specter of a dead river below me i felt again the strange compelling influence of the mighty god of war my beloved mars which for ten long and lonesome years i had implored without stretched arms to carry me back to my lost love not since that other march night in 1866 when i had stood without that arizona cave in which my still and lifeless body lay wrapped in the similitude of earthly death and i felt the irresistible attraction of the god of my profession with arms outstretched toward the red eye of the great star i stood praying for a return of that strange power which twice had drawn me through the immensity of space praying as i had prayed on a thousand nights before during the long ten years that i had waited and hoped suddenly a qualm of nausea swept over me my senses swam my knees gave beneath me and i pitched headlong to the ground upon the very verge of the dizzy bluff instantly my brain cleared and there swept back across the threshold of my memory the vivid picture of the horrors of that ghostly arizona cave again as on that foregone night my muscles refused to respond to my will and again as though even here upon the banks of the placid hudson i could hear the awful moans and rustling of the fearsome thing which had lurked and threatened me from the dark recesses of the cave i made the same mighty and superhuman effort to break the bonds of the strange anesthesia which held me and again came the sharp click as of the sudden parting of a taut wire and i stood naked and free beside the staring lifeless thing that had so recently pulsed with the warm red lifeblood of john carter with scarcely a parting glance i turned my eyes again toward mars lifted my hands toward his flurried rays and waited nor did i have longed to wait for scarce that i turned are i shot the rapidity of thought into the awful void before me there was the same instant of unthinkable cold and utter darkness that i had experienced 20 years before and then i opened my eyes in another world beneath the burning rays of a hot sun which beat through a tiny opening in the dome of the mighty forest in which i lay the scene that met my eyes was so unmartian that my heart sprang to my throat as the sudden fear swept through me that i had been aimlessly tossed upon some strange planet by a cruel fate why not what guide had i...