"The Bat House" - Horror Hill
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Horror Hill — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
40 min
4 speakers
4 chapters
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What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Suuret päätökset voivat viedä kauas. Siksi tarvitsen rinnalleni kumppanin, joka ymmärtää, minne olen menossaan. Nordea Private Bankingissa oma sijoitusjohtajani tuo selkeyttä päätöksiini. Ja vie minut askeleen edelleen. Nordea.fi kohta private banki.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Suomen suosituin autovakuutus korvaa arvottavat ja arvaamattomat vahingot. Osta autovakuutusosoitteesta lähitapiola.fi ja voit voittaa uudet renkaat. Palvelun tarjoavat lähitapiolon vahinko ja alueyhtiöt. Lähitapiolla samalla puolella.
He turned away from the group and went quickly down the road and on into the woods. A voice called Bradley behind him, but he paid it no heed. He began to move faster and faster until he was almost running full tilt through the trees, the dark bowls clocking by on either side. Malign and injurious shapes among which he floundered in full flight. Gradually he began to slow. He could feel something cold seeping through him, like water through a rockery, and was suddenly aware that what he could see of his surroundings he did not recognize. The trees loomed enormously and closed him in, the spaces between them grown thick with tangled shrubs and thorn bushes, muricate coils of bramble against which dead leaves and other refuse had been blown by the winds and there impaled.
He slowed to a walk, and then sat down on the trunk of a rather deformed tree that had fallen like some colossal android whose circuitry has shorted. His hands trembled, and every breath raked white hot coals through his lungs. He sat there for a minute or three, alert for any sounds of voices on the cold autumn air. Footsteps, laughter. Old dry sticks crunching underfoot. Nothing. No noise at all save his own breath and his pounding blood, and a bird calling from some dim and bowered solitude. Thin and fading, forever lost. At length, and with his breath still roaring like a furnace in his chest, he stood and looked around. Cradled as he was in a grail of quietude and gathering dusk. Bare branches, bitter trees, damp and spongy earth, lacquered with mulchy leaves and snaked with knobby, slug white roots reared out of the miry black ground like alien tendrils testing for life.
To the west lay a slope where his own harried passage had crashed through brush and bracken, and beyond this he could see sourceless and spectral the faint toe-colored light of the sun. And here Heat link. Squinted hard into the wan unraveling of light with a feeling nigh to unease. Through the tangled lattice work of tree branches engraved upon the sky, he could make out the dark angle of a steep roof line intersecting the horizon. As he looked, some small bird that was to his eye somehow ill shapen tumbled over the roof, fluttered. Return. Then another. Then more. Hundreds of them darting and checking across the watered sky. The rising apprehension in the pit of his stomach tightened like someone doing a knot.
Without really knowing why, he set off towards the building. It just seemed to draw him, the way a magnet draws iron. He began a careful ascent of the gently rising slope, picking his way among hornbeam and ew with the straw colored light of sunset burning its way towards him. As he drew nearer to the building, his brain finally caught up with a noise he'd been hearing but had not entirely registered, a constant, reedy squeaking. Incessant, pervasive, as of the numberless cries of some tremendous nest of mice.
Why does Bradley flee into the woods and what does he encounter first?
He paused uncertainly against the vine encrusted trunk of a black and mournful cedar, and glanced once over his shoulder, as if perhaps he might turn back. The clearing from which he'd climbed lay silent and still, a barren gallery told in blue black shades of lengthening shadow that he couldn't help but feel had been just quit by another, some medieval ghost with eyes to the ground. Hobbling with Himnol and Cowan. He pushed the thought aside and turned and walked on. When he came over the crest of the slope, he understood. Not birds after all. A few meters in front of him stood a new-looking metal sign that read, Bat House, in black letters on a yellow field.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:08–4:27
2
Why does Bradley flee into the woods and what does he encounter first?
4:27–18:02
3
What is the Bat House and how does its eerie architecture affect Bradley?
18:02–31:56
4
What happens when Bradley climbs the ladder inside the Bat House?
31:56–40:18
Speakers
4 identifiedMore from Horror Hill — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Series Podcast
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