Amy H. Sturgis (eldritchhobbit) wrote,
Amy H. Sturgis
eldritchhobbit

  • Music:

Halloween Countdown, Day 20

Broken Sea Audio Productions is celebrating the Halloween season with new recordings of Poe and Lovecraft, Classic Old Time Radio, and more! Check out BrokenSea Audio's Halloween 2011 offerings! (Thanks to Robert!)


Today's haunting photo comes from the Parish Church of St Cuthbert, a congregation of the Church of Scotland within the Presbytery of Edinburgh.

Yeah, I lost my little mind in St. Cuthbert's churchyard


Text of the Day: Today's short story is "A Bottomless Grave" by the one and only Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914?).

Excerpt:
My name is John Brenwalter. My father, a drunkard, had a patent for an invention for making coffee-berries out of clay; but he was an honest man and would not himself engage in the manufacture. He was, therefore, only moderately wealthy, his royalties from his really valuable invention bringing him hardly enough to pay his expenses of litigation with rogues guilty of infringement. So I lacked many advantages enjoyed by the children of unscrupulous and dishonorable parents, and had it not been for a noble and devoted mother, who neglected all my brothers and sisters and personally supervised my education, should have grown up in ignorance and been compelled to teach school. To be the favorite child of a good woman is better than gold.

When I was nineteen years of age my father had the misfortune to die. He had always had perfect health, and his death, which occurred at the dinner table without a moment's warning, surprised no one more than himself. He had that very morning been notified that a patent had been granted him for a device to burst open safes by hydraulic pressure, without a noise. The Commissioner of Patents had pronounced it the most ingenious, effective and generally meritorious invention that had ever been submitted to him, and my father had naturally looked forward to an old age of prosperity and honor. His sudden death was, therefore, a deep disappointment to him; but my mother, whose piety and resignation to the will of Heaven were conspicuous virtues of her character, was apparently less affected. At the close of the meal, when my poor father's body had been removed from the floor, she called us all into an adjoining room and addressed us as follows:

"My children, the uncommon occurrence that you have just witnessed is one of the most disagreeable incidents in a good man's life, and one in which I take little pleasure, I assure you. I beg you to believe that I had no hand in bringing it about. Of course," she added, after a pause, during which her eyes were cast down in deep thought, "of course it is better that he is dead."


Read the complete short story.
Tags: halloween
Subscribe

  • Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!

    Happy birthday to Edgar Allan Poe (19 January, 1809 – 7 October, 1849)! "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As…

  • Links to share!

    How about Sherlock!?! Wow. Okay, on to links... I had the pleasure and privilege of narrating a very powerful science fiction story, "In a Manner…

  • SF, Browncoats, Star Wars, etc. - Links!

    I am counting down the hours until Rogue One! In other news... Here are some interesting links I wanted to share. - from Science Fiction…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 4 comments