472: Episode 472 - "The Devil We Remember" - Chilling Tales for Dark Nights
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Chilling Tales for Dark Nights — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
42 min
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5 chapters
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What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Ai, pluskatsastus. Se onlu hemmeti hyvä. Sinne saa ajankin siis tosi näppärästi. Ja sinnehän voi mennä vaikkei ois aikaakaan. Plussan puolelle kääntyy. Tervetuloa Pluskatsastukseen. Varaa aika tai tule milloin huvikkaa.
Plus.fi Tuli kuuran kukkia, kevät hankia tai kihlajaiskekkereitä. Löydät nyt yli tuhat pysyvästi edullista tuotetta K-ruokakaupoista.
It's time to turn off the lights and turn on the dark. Chilling Tales for Dark Nights.
Thank you.
Hello, listeners, and welcome to another episode of Chilling Tales for Dark Nights. I'm your host, Steve Taylor, and tonight we're crossing into a place where childhood memories refuse to stay buried, where old friendships become tangled in guilt and regret, and where some paths remain just as dangerous decades later as they were the first time they were traveled. Tonight's story follows one man whose happiest childhood memories become inseparable from his darkest nightmares.
How does the episode introduce the pipe bridge and Rowdy's childhood fear?
What begins as an innocent adventure between friends eventually grows into something far more unsettling and where the lines between superstition and reality begin to blur. Now, turn down the lights, settle in, and get cozy. The show is about to begin. Tonight's featured tale of terror comes to us courtesy of author Eli Pope and is performed by Paul J. McSorley. Without further ado, I present to you The Pipe Bridge.
The thumping inside my chest pounded in a rapid cadence, not skipping a beat. I swear it felt harder and deeper with every slide of my knee drug across the rough and aging concrete encasement. Both sides of the ledge were separated by the iron half-pipe nestled tightly into the concrete bridgework my butt sat perched upon. As each knee scooted forward, it was mere inches from spilling over the side into the abyss below. I had gone too far. I couldn't make myself turn around. My body refused to back up to where I'd climbed on to start my journey. There was no looking down now that had passed the rocky bluff the pipe bridge jutted out from. I knew I had to continue to the other side of the deep hollow canyon leading past the river below.
The deep waters of the Petit Jean. I remember the first time I saw the pipe bridge. I wondered what could possibly be carried within the iron pipe that crossed over the river. My best friend Charlie led the way as we carefully scooted across the long passage, small increments with each movement of our knees followed by a butt scoot across the pipe. He told me about the hidden place we could sanction as our secret hideaway fort, just the other side of the river, secluded from sight inside an area surrounded by a forest of strange white barked twisted trees. Charlie told me about the ground underneath the canopy of tree branches covered in magic moss-like carpet that felt cool and squishy on one's bare feet.
He called the place enchanted and told me no one in the world knew of its existence except him. I was only seven years old, he having recently turned eight. I believed every word he spoke as if it were gospel. When we finally did cross to the other side and climbed down the rocky bluff, we entered a hidden path into that magical forest, and I realized he had indeed told me the truth. It was beautiful. It was bright green, both serene and eerie as the wind whistled whimsical tunes through the tree limbs and swept through the fragrant space enclosed within. While I dreaded the trip back across the water-filled canyon, I knew I'd be making the pipe bridge crawl many times throughout my childhood years.
I knew my parents would ban me from such activity if I ever told them. I also knew Charlie would never forgive me for giving our spot away to anyone from the outside. The first trip back across that afternoon was almost worse than the first passage coming over. This time I took a chance by moving my focus from looking at the half-pipe leading my way and instead down to each side of the danger leering below. It felt like hundreds of feet. No, thousands of feet below to the river water and rocks.
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Chapters
5 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:01–1:53
2
How does the episode introduce the pipe bridge and Rowdy's childhood fear?
1:53–18:58
3
What details describe Charlie's secret 'enchanted' hideaway across the Petit Jean River?
18:58–23:24
4
How does Rowdy first recount crossing the pipe bridge and encountering 'Hell's Gate'?
23:24–35:10
5
Why does Becky Shea's arrival change the dynamic between Rowdy and Charlie?
35:10–42:02
Speakers
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