They Who Sleep

a mysterious traveler. This is the mysterious traveler, inviting you to join me on another journey into the realm of the strange and the terrifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip, that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back, get a good grip on your nerves and be comfortable, if you can. Where are we going? Why are we going to visit a man who could change the soul of a human being from one body into another?

In a story I call, they who sleep. My story begins late one foggy night in a dingy little room in the slum section of a great city. The occupant of the room, a small man, white haired, his cheeks hollow from hunger, It's just a minute of visitor when he does not know, and whom he is trying to send away.

An expensive, address young woman with a heavy veil hiding her face. But my child, it cannot be me to whom you wish to speak. You have made some mistake. I have made any mistake. I've been hunting for you for days. I spent a good deal of money tracing you here.

you here? What I do not understand. Why should you wish to find me, Alexander Thomas? The pin is old man. You did not always use the name Alexander Thomas. Once you called yourself Chadwin the Great, hypnotist beyond compare. Chadwin the Great? Yes. I once used that name.

But Chadwin the Great no longer exists. I am only Alexander Thomas now. Listen to me, We've met before. Ten years ago you gave a performance at the Beazure Theatre. There are so many Beazure Theatre.