Spooky Tales and Scary Sounds-Side A
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- Опубліковано 28 сер 2024
- Source: Cassette
A1 Haunted Graveyard
A2 Entering A Mausoleum
A3 Witches' Cauldron
A4 Vampire's Castle
A5 The Mad Organist
A6 Chamber Of Horrors
A7 The Pendulum Room
A8 Scary Laboratory
A9 Siren's Song
A10 Organ Reprise
Holly Music, 1993
I love the narrator sounds like Tim curry's voice
LOVE IT
Holy crap!!!!! My mom got this cassette for me when I was a kid living in PA. IVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR IT!!!!!!
Xenite 51 me too, also from PA, grabbed this in Wal-Mart probably around 95-97?
@@KVespaziani sheesh that’s too expensive my grandma has this on CD
Spooky Tales and Scary Sounds
Haunted Graveyard
There’s a terrible storm, and all the lights have gone out. You awaken - not to thunder, but to the incessant beat of a heart under your bed. Do you dare look under the mattress, or with trembling fingers - pull the covers high over your head? When an otherworldly chill is in the air, and the wind calls your name. When the hounds bark as if possessed. Do you raise your collar and quicken your pace, or laugh at your fanciful imagination.
Could you spend the night, alone, in a house by the sea? A house where the walls cry and the spirits are restless. But you don’t believe such nonsense, do you? Not in ghosts, or ghouls, or vampires. Not in raising the dead, or tales of terror, or the black arts, now do you?
So come, come with me past this wrought-iron fence. Some call this place the Valley of Unrest, but it’s just an old graveyard. A place of everlasting sleep, isn’t it? There’s nothing here but crumbling headstones overrun by grass and weeds. Large tombs, foreboding, long forgotten. Decaying trees with claw-like branches that dip into the surrounding mist. Hold that lamp high. The night is starless, and the moon rides on dark, ominous clouds.
Huh! What was that? Oh, don’t look back. Don’t - don’t even dare. Better not to know what might be there. Just walk, toward the hill up ahead. On the other side is a town - of the living. Of warm hearths and cheer. They say this cemetery is a shortcut, though the
locals never walk it. At least, not after dark.
They talk of ghosts and spirits and screaming banshees, of disembodied souls lost in a nether-world between life and the hear-after. Of premature burials, where victims cry out with their final breath. Of the uninvited who stalk these grounds, though if, truth be told, it is we who are truly the uninvited.
Good thing we weren’t standing under that tree.
Dead Man’s Hill. Somehow we’ve become lost in the swirling mist and lashing rain.
Surrounded in every direction by pillars and headstones and tombs. Can you hear the beating of your heart? Feel the hair on your neck stand? What horrible fate befell those who tread this path before us?
The storm grows worse. Better take shelter in that old mausoleum.
The Mausoleum
Don’t let that door close behind you! Don’t panic - there must be another way out of this dark, dank, musty house of the dead. Huh? That’s not Jack Frost nipping at your toes. There’s hundreds of enormous rats, scurrying all around, growing bolder by the moment. Fierce red eyes and ravenous sharp fangs, lured by the scent of fresh meat - you!
Quick - there’s a hint of light coming from the far corner. Drop the lamp on this rotted wood to keep the rats at bay, and run. Run for your life!
The Witches' Cauldron
Hmmm. There’s a small passage, once secret at the base of the wall. We’re descending into the legendary catacombs of Salem. We walk by candlelight under a river’s bed. Drops of moisture trickle along the walls embedded with bones and skeletal remains. It’s said that when the witches of Salem escaped their persecutors, they found refuge in these dark walls. Here they freely practiced their demonic rites.
There’s a foulness in the air. Pungent smoke, ominous echoes. It’s the witching hour, and this is the witches’ cauldron. A place you wouldn’t want to be caught dead, and
especially not alive.
The Vampire's Castle
Welcome to Graystone Mansion. No one ever comes to this house on the hill anymore. At least, not mortal souls. It is a gloomy place, in terrible disrepair. What once were
magnificent windows are boarded shut. Or stare out like vacant eyes. What once was a garden is overrun by weeds and scattered white trunks of decayed trees. Better reign the horses tight and shackle the dogs, for they have a certain sense of entrapping terror.
Cobwebs hang from the walls and furniture. There’s an ominous power of darkness in such a desolate house. But, you don’t believe in ghosts, now do you?
How curious - the fireplace burns in the dining room, and the table has been set. What’s this? A wooden coffin!
Dracula - “Come to me, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. Come to me. Come, come. (Come, come.....). Good evening. I’ve been expecting you.”
He casts no shadow; shows no blood in his face. His hands are hairy, his teeth sharp, his eyes, daggers of fire.
Dracula - “You seem restless, my friend.”
Doors everywhere, all bolted.
Dracula - “I am the darkness and the night. A shadow in your dreams. Do you hear them? The creatures of the night. My children of darkness. They sing a requiem for the dead - and
undead. I shall return. Until then, eat - please. I trust you like salad with a balsamic vinegar. I find a steak (stake) so, so bad for the heart. Tonight I take a bride. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. Come with me into the darkness, and you shall know eternal life!”
The Mad Organist
[Toccata and Fugue in D minor (Bach)] Dracula - “There’s music coming from the
parlor. It was in this room that Dr. Charles Fourier took the maid as his mistress. And it was here that he savagely murdered his wife, Sarah, and buried her under the organ’s pipes and the reeds.
Soon the doctor and maid were married. People say that on their wedding night, the
organ began to play. Softly at first; sadly. Then increasingly louder and more maddening. Dr. Fourier tried hacking it to pieces - still it played on. The next morning, the doctor and his maid were found hanging from two nooses directly over the organ. The ‘official’ report says guilt drove them insane! But I never believe ‘official’ reports.”
[Toccata and Fugue in D minor - Sarah laughs and cries]
The Chamber of Horrors
Dracula - “We have a little museum here. It’s nothing very remarkable, really, just an odd collection of medieval tools. Care to lose your head over a guillotine?
I see you have an eye out for that hot poker.
Ever get stretched - on a rack?!
Care to whip yourself into a frenzy?!
Ahh, yes, one of my personal favorites. The ancient Chinese water torture. Good to the last drop.
Snake pits are, well, truly the pits.
Ahh, here’s a turn of the century dental drill. They were slower then, much hotter, too. But quite effective at getting to the root of the matter. Sorry - did I touch a raw nerve?”
The Pendulum Room
Dracula - “I’m afraid you swooned, so we placed you on this table. Please, don’t fight the straps. Just look toward the ceiling of your prison. Do you see the painted picture of time, rather than the traditional scythe, is holding a huge pendulum.
Yes, the pendulum is in motion. Notice how its arc and velocity increase with every swing. Notice how it lowers inch by inch. A crescent of sharpened, glittering steel, about a foot in length from horn to horn. The under-edge as keen as a razor.
The pendulum is designed to crush the region of your heart. First it splits your clothing. Then it returns and repeats the operation. Feel the sharp cool steel upon your skin. Just a tickle at first, then a trickle...of blood. Then...”
Scary Laboratory
Dracula - “Ahh, the laboratory, where frightful experiments are conducted.”
Siren's Song
Ancient mariners spoke of the songs of the Sirens. Too seductive to ignore, too deadly to hear. Upon the jagged rocks sit these temptresses of the sea, weaving notes that draw ships ever closer, until finally the crews are driven mad in their hunger for more. The blind fury, the ships find only uncharted rocks and cliffs...and death.
The Sirens are silent. Until another ship makes its way, along these seven seas.
Organ Reprise
[Toccata and Fugue in D minor (Bach)]
I bought this in Kmart in the nineties
Number 5 is my favorite here
14:54
Picture Rodney McDowell reading this.
deff different! good stuff thanks