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The Red Room - Skepticism Meets Supernatural: The Haunting of the Red Room - cover
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The Red Room - Skepticism Meets Supernatural: The Haunting of the Red Room

H. G. Wells

Narratore Scott Miller

Casa editrice: Scott Miller

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The Red Room by H. G. Wells - He was told the brightly colored red room in Lorraine Castle was haunted. Despite vague warnings from the three custodians who reside in the castle, he is not a believer in such things and ascends to "the Red Room" to begin his night's vigil. 
“I can assure you,” said I, “that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me.” And I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand. 
“It is your own choosing,” said the man with the withered arm, and glanced at me askance. 
“Eight-and-twenty years,” said I, “I have lived, and never a ghost have I seen as yet.” 
The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her pale eyes wide open. “Ay,” she broke in; “and eight-and-twenty years you have lived and never seen the likes of this house, I reckon. There’s a many things to see, when one’s still but eight-and-twenty.” She swayed her head slowly from side to side. “A many things to see and sorrow for.” 
I half suspected the old people were trying to enhance the spiritual terrors of their house by their droning insistence. I put down my empty glass on the table and looked about the room, and caught a glimpse of myself, abbreviated and broadened to an impossible sturdiness, in the queer old mirror at the end of the room. “Well,” I said, “if I see anything to-night, I shall be so much the wiser. For I come to the business with an open mind.” 
“It’s your own choosing,” said the man with the withered arm once more. 
I heard the faint sound of a stick and a shambling step on the flags in the passage outside. The door creaked on its hinges as a second old man entered, more bent, more wrinkled, more aged even than the first. He supported himself by the help of a crutch, his eyes were covered by a shade, and his lower lip, half averted, hung pale and pink from his decaying yellow teeth.
Durata: 31 minuti (00:31:06)
Data di pubblicazione: 30/10/2023; Unabridged; Copyright Year: — Copyright Statment: —