216- The Dark Wall

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You're standing alone in a mountain village somewhere in the puppet country of Andorra, The high crags of the Pyrenees trapping the last of the daylight. And you know that in one of the stone houses facing you, behind one of the doors that is closed against you is a beautiful woman whom you must find before she meets her death.

Listen now, as escape brings you Kathleen Hight's story, the Dark Wall. Quiet of the night settled over us. I could hear only the silky ripple of the river Segre nearby, and a thin whisper of wind in the high pines above us.

The strange silence of the day was over. Joyce was sleeping quietly now, a few feet away. I sank into my sleeping bag and prayed that things would go better tomorrow. Something roused me. Some sound.

In a glance I saw the gray of the pre-dawn and then I saw Joyce. Poised at the side of my sleeping bag wild terror in her eyes and in her upraised hand a heavy tire iron. Joyce!

But you wake up Alan! Joyce, I haven't saved you! No, no, no, I'm not going to die! Give it to me like that! Let go, drop it, let it go! No, no, I won't die Alan!

Where did it go? Joyce! Oh, you were supposed to wake up! No, you're all right Joyce. Joyce don't be afraid. No, there's nothing to be afraid of it's awful to be so frightened with what frightens you Can't you tell me I was going to kill you I wanted to kill you Joyce Are you afraid of me? Oh?