4x-xx-xx ep66 The Thing in the Tunnel

The weird, heinous king with restless sea. We are meant to call from out of the past stories, strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all we know we are gathered again in. Phantoms of a world gone by speak again their immortal tale.

The thing in the tunnel. Listen, that's the long-moaning whistle of the through express. wailing through the lonesome night, crying like a lost and angry sore in the mountains. Listen to it.

I've heard that mournful crying for ten years, and each time it reminds me of Macledger. Here, it reminds me of Macledger. My name's Kelsey, Howard Kelsey. I live out here at Solitary and Alone because I like it.

I hear nothing but the wind, and the passenger and freight trains roaring through the canyons and the mario royos at the Clearwater rain, and of course myself. I'm a lonely man sure. I got too many memories.

The statesman express, twelve carpool men roaring like a blast of thunder for home. Ah, McGregor. McGregor, are you flagging her through once more? I met McGregor by accident. In those days I was new to this country, and I lived here with a fellow named Pike, an old-time prospector.

He had a voice, a sandpaper, and a heart of stone. He didn't like me, and I didn't like him. But prospecting kept us together for a time. Nonetheless, we went out separately, and sometimes two or three days went by before we saw each other again.

I first met McGregor on one of those trips. I'd come through some valley in the Clearwater range, and just as day was beginning to fall, I found myself on top of a steepened bankman overlooking a gleaming set of rails.