The Listener

This is your host who welcome you in to the Uno Sanctum. For another visit with your favorite character, we're back again with a familiar subject, Merlin.

Ever want to find out how scared you can get. Well, suppose you hang around for a while. And when the show's over, I'll cut you down. Suppose we get down to brass tacks. And I do mean the ones that go around the edge of a coffin.

In a tiny cottage lost in a wild desolate section of rural New England, Ellen Richards sits in a chair. Approaching 60, white haired, will I the dance nervously in the firelight? She listened. She hears the winds weeping and moaning, grim herald of the bleak winter.

But she listened. No, no, no, Rachel. I want you to remind my nephew, Leslie Richard.

Tell him to come home at once. Do not you matter with you. Don't you understand? You must hurry. I'll make your card down somewhere. The depot. Call him. It's a depot. Oh, don't you understand? I hear the book.

Interesting. You've been dead before the landing. And now he's opening the door. And now... Ah! It's the new darling, darling boy. And not the other... Really, I didn't know quite understand.

You're the dear boy you must forgive me, I'm hysterical. Just be patient with me, I... I'll be all right in a minute. What's wrong? What happened? Let me hold your hand. Oh, just... Knowing that your hair makes me feel better already.

I thought I'd go out of my mind. Poor darling, now if you'll only tell me what. I'll wait a moment to hear anything. That's the wind? That's all. That's all. All those of you mustn't leave me alone ever again.