"The Events at Poroth Farm" - Chilling Tales for Dark Nights
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Chilling Tales for Dark Nights — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
2h 14m
3 speakers
8 chapters
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What does Jeremy write about his arrival and first impressions of Poroth Farm?
Olen Shannon Maldonado, käsitehtyjä artisaanituotteita myyvän Jauwi-lahjakaupan perustaja. Valitsin Shopify, koska alustoja testatessani totesin sen ehdottomasti yhdeksi helppokäyttöisimmistä alustoista. Minulla oli tärkeää pohtia kehittymistämme tulevaisuudessa. Kaikki myyntiin tarvittavat työkalut, kuten varaston suunnittelu, ovat kätevästi Dashboardissa. Aloita ilmainen kokeilu shopify.com-sivustolla.
Perustin pyöräilyvaatteita valmistavan ornotin vuonna 2013. Mielestäni parasta Shopifessa on se, että voimme harjoittaa liiketoimintaa ilman teknistä osaamista. Voimme hallinnoida yrityksen taustajärjestelmiä ja frontendiä sekä myydä verkossa. Vaivatta. Jos Shopify olisi pyöräilyvaruste, se olisi mielestäni itse polkupyörä. Sillä asiat hoidetaan ja meidän liiketoimintamme hoituu Shopifessa. Alloita ilmainen kokeilu shopify.com-sivustolla
As soon as the phone stops ringing, I'll begin this affidavit. Lord, it's hot in here. Perhaps I should open a window. Thirteen rings. It has a sense of humor. I suppose that ought to be comforting. And somehow I'm not comforted. If it feels free to indulge in these teasing, tormenting little games, it So much the worse for me. The summer is over now, but this room is like an oven. My shirt is already drenched, and this pen feels slippery in my hand. In a moment or two the little drop of sweat that's been collecting above my right eyebrow is going to splash onto this page. Just the same, I'll keep the window closed. Outside, through the dusty panes of glass, I can see a boy in red spectacles sauntering toward the courthouse steps.
Perhaps there's a telephone booth in back. A sense of humor. That's one quality I never noticed in it. I saw only a deadly seriousness, and it's clear. An intelligence that grew at terrifying speed. Malevolent and inhuman. If it now feels itself safe enough to toy with me before Doing whatever it intends. So much the worse for me. So much the worse, perhaps, for us all. I hope I'm wrong. Though my name is Jeremy, derived from Jeremiah. I'd hate to be a prophet in the wilderness. I'd much rather be a harmless crank. But I believe we're in for trouble. I'm a long way from the wilderness now, of course. Though perhaps not far enough to save me. I'm writing this affidavit in room two K of the Union Hotel, overlooking Main Street in Flemington, New Jersey.
Twenty miles south of Gilead. Directly across the street, hippies lounging on its steps. Stands the county courthouse where Bruno Hauptman was tried back in nineteen thirty five. Did they ever find the body of that child? Hopman undoubtedly walked down those very steps, now lined with teenagers savoring their last week of summer vacation. Where that boy in the red spectacles sits sucking on his cigarette. Did the killer once halt there? Police and reporters around him. and contemplate his imminent execution. For several days now I've been afraid to leave this room. I have perhaps been staring too often at that ordinary looking boy on the steps. He sits there. Every day. The red spectacles conceal his eyes.
It's impossible to tell where he's looking. I know, huh? He's looking at me. But it would be foolish of me to waste time worrying about executions when I have these notes to transcribe. It won't take long, and then perhaps I'll sneak outside to mail them. And leave New Jersey forever. I remain, despite all that's happened, an optimist. What was it my namesake said? Thou art my hope in the day of evil. There is, surprisingly, some real wilderness left in New Jersey, assuming one wants to be a prophet. The hills to the west, spreading from the southern swamplands to the Delaware and beyond to Pennsylvania. Provide shelter for deer, pheasants, even an occasional bear. And hide hamlets never visited by outsiders.
Pockets of ignorance, some of them. Citadels of ancient superstition utterly cut off from news of New York and the rest of the state. Religious communities or customs haven't changed appreciably since the days of their settlement a century or more ago. It seems incredible that villages so isolated can exist today on the very doorstep of the world's largest metropolis.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What does Jeremy write about his arrival and first impressions of Poroth Farm?
0:00–9:28
2
How does Jeremy describe the Poroth family, their home, and daily farm life?
9:28–25:05
3
What happens to the cat Boada and how does Jeremy react to its mysterious injury?
25:05–51:02
4
What eerie nighttime sounds and strange events does Jeremy experience on the farm?
51:02–1:11:21
5
What happened when the cat attacked the other animals?
1:11:21–1:29:06
6
How did the family respond to the cat’s injuries and the subsequent burial?
1:29:06–1:48:33
7
Why does Jeremy decide to pack his things and leave the farm?
1:48:33–2:06:40
8
What confession does Jeremy make in his final affidavit?
2:06:40–2:14:27
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