Speaker 1: M thirteen days of Halloween is a production of I
Speaker 1: heart radio, Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron Monkey.
Speaker 1: Headphones recommended. Listener discretion advised. Good morning friend, I trust
Speaker 1: you slept well. No interesting dreams? Well, no matter. After
Speaker 1: today's exploration you're sure to be riddled with visions. Step
Speaker 1: lively now. While we were in the old bathhouse, I
Speaker 1: warn you not to breathe too deeply. You'll notice that
Speaker 1: this is one of the only stores of the manner.
Speaker 1: That's more for the protection of our guests inside than
Speaker 1: for anyone else. m deep breath now, mm HMM. This
Speaker 1: bathhouse was constructing atop an old hot spring, but it
Speaker 1: wasn't into a completion that the architect realized the psychological
Speaker 1: effects of the ever rising guesses. At first it's only
Speaker 1: a mild lightheadedness, but then things change. You can hear
Speaker 1: whispers of something of the beyond, see movements in every shadow. Once,
Speaker 1: while tidying up, I swear I saw the walls breathing.
Speaker 1: One unfortunate guest was trapped inside overnight and by the
Speaker 1: morning he claimed to have witnessed the construction of the
Speaker 1: dire universe. Saw The future edged in Obsidian. Allegedly, he
Speaker 1: met with death himself and declared him a nice fellow
Speaker 1: who couldn't seem to shut up, just name dropping who'd
Speaker 1: he'd taken. Normally we would not put a guest yet
Speaker 1: to stay, but if anything, the vapors seem to have
Speaker 1: calmed ricky. Perhaps they remind him of his past, who knows? Ah,
Speaker 1: speak of the devil. Hello, Ricky, this is my friend
Speaker 1: who wishes to speak with you. Ah Ha, there we are,
Speaker 1: there we are. Take special note of the markings on
Speaker 1: his arm and need you to draw them from memory.
Speaker 1: No pressure, but it's important. So well, you to enjoy
Speaker 1: your visits. I'll come back for your friend before you've
Speaker 1: breathed the vapors too long. If you do happen to
Speaker 1: start drifts, well, just enjoy it. Dah, yeah, uh, Hey,
Speaker 1: he told me I could have a smoke if I
Speaker 1: talked to you. You got one, I mean, they won't
Speaker 1: let me keep no lighter here, right, no smokes, no lighters,
Speaker 1: no nothing. Thanks. So I thought I found a real
Speaker 1: reason to be alive. At least that's the way she
Speaker 1: made me feel. So we started out with needles right
Speaker 1: out of the GIG. I mean it's how we met.
Speaker 1: She danced, I worked the floor. She thought I was
Speaker 1: cute and she liked what I could get for her.
Speaker 1: We were at it a real long time, keeping our
Speaker 1: heads above water. You know, I felt like the Lucky
Speaker 1: Skuy in the world, with the sexy witch junkie girl
Speaker 1: all my but it wasn't enough. It isn't ever enough
Speaker 1: the longer you're in the ship. She wanted something bigger,
Speaker 1: said she wanted something that could make her taste the
Speaker 1: other side. Do you ever do anything crazy just to
Speaker 1: make a girl smile? Well, that was my whole damn existence.
Speaker 1: So I did what I could. I had a guy
Speaker 1: who was selling jackpot papers. Easy, peasy, no worries about
Speaker 1: mixing up too much. When we cooked, it's just simplest,
Speaker 1: dropping acid right. We've done that lots of times. Her
Speaker 1: and her candles and her weird drawings and herbs and ruins,
Speaker 1: a brush with the beyond, that's what she kept calling it.
Speaker 1: We made a date of that night. We lit some candles,
Speaker 1: got as Frisky as we could and I let her
Speaker 1: write things on me. I always let her write things
Speaker 1: on me and put them stupid little paper tigers on
Speaker 1: each other's tongues, the whole thing. Let's get wild and
Speaker 1: weird together, you know. except I passed right the hell
Speaker 1: out and she was left to her own devices, and
Speaker 1: those devices included eating more papers, a lot more, and
Speaker 1: she always did go harder than me, and she was searching.
Speaker 1: She said so herself. I mean she found it and
Speaker 1: when I came to, she was sprawled out on the
Speaker 1: floor next to me, ice cold, and I'm telling you,
Speaker 1: she was so cold her her preface was laying in
Speaker 1: her own vomit, papers still stuck on her damn tongue,
Speaker 1: her lips. Man, I haven't, I haven't seen anyone goes
Speaker 1: so blue before. It was like looking at a doll,
Speaker 1: and those gorgeous green eyes were all rolled up in
Speaker 1: the back of her head. I'm not an idiot, you know.
Speaker 1: I mean I had an emergency stash of subs and
Speaker 1: I turned the whole damn apartment upside down looking for
Speaker 1: the dose, and I found it and I I did
Speaker 1: of it to her, and I mean it isn't like
Speaker 1: I just let her die. It was just it was
Speaker 1: too late. It was way way too late. There she
Speaker 1: was dead, ask one forever, all on account of a
Speaker 1: few micrograms, too much oblivion, or so I thought, and
Speaker 1: I did not call the cops. Now I cried a lot,
Speaker 1: I paced, I shot up, but I didn't call no cops.
Speaker 1: I dragged her to the bathroom, I washed her up
Speaker 1: and brushed her hair, and then I nodded out, right
Speaker 1: there on the side of the TUB. It was just
Speaker 1: a dream at first. She stood there looking beautiful sweet,
Speaker 1: batting those lashes at me like reaching out. Don't let
Speaker 1: me go, I can be here with you. Don't let
Speaker 1: me go, hold on. I didn't want to let her go.
Speaker 1: I also couldn't be keeping a whole damn body around
Speaker 1: the apartment. You know, I'm not a serial killer. I
Speaker 1: cut off her braid. I didn't know why then, but
Speaker 1: it seemed important to keep something like like, like the
Speaker 1: victorians did. She told me about that, you know, Memento
Speaker 1: Moriy she called it, and then I went about getting
Speaker 1: rid of the rest. You don't want to know about
Speaker 1: all that. And the dreams did not go away. Every
Speaker 1: time it was more and more vivid. I took to
Speaker 1: falling asleep with that braid, with their clothes. Everything smelled
Speaker 1: like her, felt like her. I lit her candles and
Speaker 1: I brewed her tea. I left her favorite books in
Speaker 1: her favorite spots, played the music she loved. I did
Speaker 1: not touch those papers ever again. With what was left,
Speaker 1: at least, I couldn't bear it, I left him on
Speaker 1: her little alter. I didn't really know what else to do.
Speaker 1: It really really popped off the night that I got
Speaker 1: ship faced and braided some of her hair into mine. Right.
Speaker 1: I got no idea why I did it. It ain't
Speaker 1: like I believed all the weird stuff she did. It
Speaker 1: just it just seemed right. I wandered it close to me.
Speaker 1: I laid on her side of the bed, you know,
Speaker 1: drunk and crying and drooling all over her pillow. And
Speaker 1: then I smelled her. Okay, not the memory of her mind,
Speaker 1: you her. And there was, there was like this, this touch,
Speaker 1: a voice, her voice. I told you not to let
Speaker 1: me go, Ricky, I told you not to give up.
Speaker 1: She was not a ghost, all right, I gotta really
Speaker 1: really stress that. She touched me, she moved my hair.
Speaker 1: I fell asleep with her wrapped around me, though I
Speaker 1: couldn't see her, not yet at least right. But that changed.
Speaker 1: So when I woke up, there she was, standing front
Speaker 1: and center at the end of my of our freaking bed, naked,
Speaker 1: a little blue, her hair hacked off, just like she
Speaker 1: looked before. I reached out to her and she came
Speaker 1: to me like this junkie angel, blue, lipt and glowing
Speaker 1: and whispering all the lovely, sweet, filthy things she used to.
Speaker 1: I mean, it seemed like a resurrection. She was just
Speaker 1: as warm and as firm as she'd ever been. And
Speaker 1: the more we were together, I mean the more I
Speaker 1: told her I loved her, the heavier she was, the
Speaker 1: more real. I mean, it was like heaven, man. Everything
Speaker 1: I ever needed come right back at me, as if
Speaker 1: that awful night had never happened. She didn't even talk
Speaker 1: about it. At first. I could hardly bear to leave
Speaker 1: the house, I mean I didn't want to let her
Speaker 1: out of my sight. I thought maybe she just disappear.
Speaker 1: So we talked about the old days. She drew those
Speaker 1: signs all over me, all over the walls, and told
Speaker 1: me they were for remembering. And funny enough, man, I
Speaker 1: guess they were. And she wanted to know all sorts
Speaker 1: of things, like what did I look like when I
Speaker 1: was dead? Did you kiss me? Where am I now?
Speaker 1: Why didn't you let me die? I didn't let her die.
Speaker 1: I didn't know how to say that without sounding and
Speaker 1: she hit the table with her fists and her face
Speaker 1: got all twisted up and I felt my guts get
Speaker 1: all cold, like when you know a situation is about
Speaker 1: to go real sideways. Answer me. She slapped the Blue
Speaker 1: Hell right out of me. I shoved her. I don't
Speaker 1: know what else to do. I mean, she was screaming
Speaker 1: how I let her die and how I wasn't no
Speaker 1: good junkie bastard and that her mama wouldn't even know
Speaker 1: what happened to her, that she didn't deserve that. But
Speaker 1: she was right. It ain't like she was lying. I
Speaker 1: had thought every single thing. She screamed at me a
Speaker 1: million times. She threw a chair and I was too
Speaker 1: damn stupid to duck. You gotta you gotta understand. I
Speaker 1: wasn't used to this. We we hadn't been like this.
Speaker 1: This was ugly and I told her so and she
Speaker 1: just laughed at me. told me I'd made her this way,
Speaker 1: I'd made her ugly inside, just like me. And I
Speaker 1: ran out of the apartment then, hoping what I worried
Speaker 1: about before would be real, that that without me there,
Speaker 1: she just go go wherever the hell she came from.
Speaker 1: And I stayed, gone to a few days. Uh Hey, uh,
Speaker 1: let me get another one, please. You don't have to
Speaker 1: light it for me, it's fine. So so I came
Speaker 1: back hungry and and not hungry and dope, sick and
Speaker 1: smelling like a damn dead animal. And soon as I
Speaker 1: opened the door I saw her sprawled on the freaking ceiling,
Speaker 1: same as she'd been on the floor, eyes rolled up white,
Speaker 1: hissing at me. You killed me, you killed me, you
Speaker 1: kill me, you killed me, you killed her. Mouth was
Speaker 1: bluer this time, covered in vomit. The whole apartment smelled
Speaker 1: like it, like like worse, an Outhouse, a slaughterhouse, like bleach,
Speaker 1: like it did then. Oh my God man, we fought.
Speaker 1: We fought like a couple of game dogs out for blood,
Speaker 1: out for souls. I mean she was screaming like a
Speaker 1: bandh and I was crying at her to just go
Speaker 1: the hell away and leave me alone. And she crawled
Speaker 1: down the wall towards me, all back bent and white eyed,
Speaker 1: whispering words that didn't even make sense, and the ink
Speaker 1: on my skin, it burned, I mean it burned like
Speaker 1: fire and I screamed at her to stop. I told
Speaker 1: her I loved her. She kept coming right up over
Speaker 1: the table hissing at me, and I reached up and
Speaker 1: yanked that hair I braided from my head, pulled out
Speaker 1: a huge damp chunk of my own too. I didn't
Speaker 1: I didn't know what else to do, but it sure
Speaker 1: seemed like a start. You think, wow, that's it, Huh,
Speaker 1: break the spell, smash up the Junkie Witch Magic. Hell now,
Speaker 1: life ain't ever that simple. She jumped at me and
Speaker 1: we went to the ground and she was beating my
Speaker 1: head against the floor, calling me a lying, murdering loser
Speaker 1: of failure, every damn thing she could think of. And
Speaker 1: she was strong man, stronger than any figment of anything
Speaker 1: had a right to be. But how do you kill
Speaker 1: the memory of a person with a knife, with that Shair,
Speaker 1: and not with that baseball bat? I set fire to
Speaker 1: her altar and I threw it out the window and
Speaker 1: she didn't go nowhere. I ripped up her clothes. She
Speaker 1: called me a coward. I lost track of how many
Speaker 1: times I had things from at me. How many times
Speaker 1: this skittering awful thing that wasn't my girl anymore bounced
Speaker 1: off the wall and landed on me and beat me
Speaker 1: into the floor. H You're never gonna get rid of me,
Speaker 1: she held, and you're gonna remember what you did for
Speaker 1: the rest of your filthy, useless life. And that's when
Speaker 1: I realized I couldn't kill them memory of a person,
Speaker 1: but I sure as hell could kill the person who
Speaker 1: remembered the Jackpot papers. They had fluttered to the floor
Speaker 1: when I flung everything else out the window. So I
Speaker 1: stuffed the papers into my mouth and I told her
Speaker 1: to go to hell. She wasn't anything with me dead,
Speaker 1: and it was. It was the last good idea I
Speaker 1: ever had. Uh Oh, well, it wasn't a perfect idea
Speaker 1: and I still don't know who got to me before
Speaker 1: I was gone, but I woke up here, wherever here is,
Speaker 1: all scribbled up with this. Those are her symbols. I
Speaker 1: still see pieces of her sometimes. I mean when I
Speaker 1: look in in the mirror. When I closed my eyes,
Speaker 1: somebody sure as hell carving all this ship on the walls.
Speaker 1: I didn't do it. He won't let me have any NIES.
Speaker 1: He won't let me finish US off, not yet. But
Speaker 1: now you know what I did, what I can do.
Speaker 1: MM HMM. Hey, Um, if you would mind, I'd really
Speaker 1: appreciate you doing me a favor. Let me let me
Speaker 1: hold that lighter, just just for tonight. I mean, what
Speaker 1: could be that? Hey, wait, hey, hey, man, come back.
Speaker 1: All right, ricky, we'll visit a gid soup. How are
Speaker 1: you feeling? H different? Did you see the blueprints of
Speaker 1: the universe? RECOGNIZE ANYTHING IN THE SHADOWS? Have no fear,
Speaker 1: the effects will dissipate soon enough, though. Tonight you will
Speaker 1: dream of it further. Oh, did you get a good
Speaker 1: look at the markings? I myself have only seen flashes,
Speaker 1: but they seem to match symbols left in one of
Speaker 1: the architects old journals. We are getting close, my friend.
Speaker 1: Ascension is around the corner, but for now you must
Speaker 1: go and take ink to paper and record what you've seen.
Speaker 1: Show no one. This remains between us. Tomorrow, my friend,
Speaker 1: there's a special set of stairs that require a visit.
Speaker 1: Are you thirteen days of Halloween was created by Matt
Speaker 1: Frederick and Alex Williams and executive produced by Erin May key,
Speaker 1: starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker. Today's story was
Speaker 1: written by led West over performed by Adam Laborde and
Speaker 1: directed by Alex Williams, with editing and sound designed by
Speaker 1: Josh Thain, additional writing and script supervision from Nicholas Dakowski
Speaker 1: casting by Jessica loser. Only five days remain. Tomorrow another story.
Speaker 1: The low light still tinted the room orange when I
Speaker 1: woke disoriented, my heart pounding with such force I could
Speaker 1: feel it in my back and in the thick red
Speaker 1: quilt beneath me. I lay waiting for the nightmare or
Speaker 1: whatever had shunted me from sleep to fade until calm,
Speaker 1: until I realized that it was not my heart knocking,
Speaker 1: but something below, something inside the bed. Thirteen days of
Speaker 1: Halloween is a production of I heart radio, Blumhouse television
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