Incident at Chalk Point

and the Whistler. And I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Here, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

Tonight, my tribe, it's the Whistler Strange story, incident at chalk point. It's a tiny strip of land that extends into the Pacific, and it lands and stands Jaeger House. A large and gloomy old structure built at the turn of the century.

Barely visible now in the swirling mist. The heavy fog that clings to the coast of northern California. And in that fog, stalling casually along the beach. Kay Fallon, young, attractive. Apollo coat wrapped tightly around her, shutting out the chill of the evening.

And then suddenly she stopped. Here's a head into the gray shadows. A man. Yes, the figure of a man walking in from the sea, moving through the fog towards you, Kay. And then he staggers and falls on the beach.

Ship, by gun. Help and where? Up the coast, with the rocks. What ship were you on? Scooter. Star of Shanghai. My ship. This is gone. All hands gone. Take me to the house. My house, but they're on the point.

You're home. You're gonna get back. Get back home. Your puzzle for a moment, aren't you, K? By the framed young man who calls Jagerhouse his home. You've been employed by the owner, Mrs. Jager, as her secretary companion for over a year now.

And you've never seen him there before nor has Mrs. Jaker ever mentioned he's confused isn't he gay? Yes, that's it the shock of the race And so you helped him along the beach into the house You'll leave him sitting in the chair by the fireplace in the study and then hurry down the path to the caretakers cottage