Audiobook horror Demo Jason Hewett
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and now we will do a reading from H. P. Lovecraft's Herbert West re animator. West told me how he had obtained the specimen. It had been a vigorous man. Ah, well dressed stranger just off the train on his way to transact some business with the Baltimore, said Mills. The walk through the town had been long, and by the time the traveler Paul, is that our cottage to ask the way to the factories, his heart had become greatly overtaxed. He had refused a stimulant, and he had suddenly dropped dead only a moment later. The body, as might be expected, seemed to West Ah, heaven sent gift and his brief conversation. The stranger had made it clear that he was unknown in Bolton, and the search of his pocket subsequently revealed him to be one Robert to leave it of ST Louis, apparently without a family to make enquiries about his disappearance. If a man could be restored to life, no one would know of our experiment. We buried our materials in a deep strip of woods between the house and the Potter's field. If, on the other hand, he could be restored, our fame would be brilliantly and perpetually established. So without delay, West had injected into the bodies wrist the compound, which would hold that fresh to use after my arrival. The matter of the presumably weak heart, which, to my mind and peril, the success of our experiment did not appear to trouble West extensively. He hoped it last to obtain what he had never obtained before, a rekindled spark of reason and perhaps a normal living creature. So on the night of July 18th 1910 Herbert West and I stood on the seller laboratory and gaze at a white silent figure beneath the dazzling ArcLight. As I stared, fascinated Lee in the sturdy frame, which that lane Two weeks without stiffening, I was moved to seaQuest assurance that the thing was really dead. This assurance, he gave me readily enough, reminding me that the re animating solution was never used without careful tests as toe life, since it could have no effect if any of the original vitality were present. As West proceeded to take preliminary steps, I was impressed by the vast intricacy of this new experiment and intricacy so vast that he could trust no hand less delicate than his own forbidding me to touch the body. He first injected a drug in the wrist, just beside the place his needle had punctured when injecting the embalming compound. This, he said, was to neutralize the compound and to release the system toe a normal relax ation. So the re animating solution might freely work when injected slightly later, when a change in a gentle tremor seem to affect the Dead Limbs west stuff to pillow like object of violently over the twitching face, not withdrawing it until the corpse appeared quiet and ready for our first attempt at reanimation, the pale enthusiasts now applied some last perfunctory tests for absolute lifelessness, withdrew, satisfied and finally injected into the left arm and accurately measured amount of the vital elixir prepared during the afternoon. With great care that we had used since the college days, when our fears were new and groping, I cannot express the wild, breathless suspense with which we waited for the results of this first really fresh specimen. The first we could reasonably expect to open its lips and rational speech, perhaps to tell us of what it had seen beyond and the in fathomable abyss. West was a materialist, believing in no soul and attributing all the working consciousness toe a bodily phenomena. Consequently, he looked for no revelation of hideous secrets from gulfs and caverns beyond deaths barrier. I did not wholly disagree with him, theoretically yet held vague, instinctive room yet held vague, instinctive remnants of primitive faith in my forefathers so that I could not help eyeing the corpse with a certain amount of all and terrible expectation. Besides, I could not extract from my memory that hideous, inhuman shriek. We heard them the night we tried our first experiments in the deserted farmhouse at Arkham. Very little time had elapsed before I saw the attempt was not to be a total failure. A touch of color came to the cheeks heather to, ah chalk white that spread out under the curiously ample stuttle of a sandy beard. West, who had his hand on the pulse of the left wrist, suddenly nodded significantly and almost simultaneously Ah, mist appeared on the mirror, inclined above the bodies. Mouth there followed a few spasmodic muscular motions, and then and then inaudible. There followed a few spasmodic muscular motions and then inaudible breathing, invisible motion of the chest. I looked at the closed eyelids and thought I detected a quivering. Then the lights opened, showing the eyes which were gray, calm and alive but still unintelligent and not even curious in a moment of fantastic when my whispered questions to the reading years questions of other worlds, which questions of other worlds of which the memory might still be present. Subsequent terror drove them from my mind. But I think the last one, which I repeated, was, Where have you been? I do not know yet whether I was answered or not, for no sound came from the well shaped mouth. But I do know that at the moment I firmly thought the thin lips moved silent, forming syllables, which I would have vocalized as only now if that phrase had possessed any sense of relevancy at the moment. As I say, I was elated with the conviction that the one great goal had been attained and that for the first time of reanimated corpse had other distinct words impelled by actual reason. In the next moment, there was no doubt about the triumph, no doubt that the solution had truly accomplished, at least temporarily. It's full mission of restoring rational and articulate life to the dead. But in that triumph, there came to me the greatest of all horrors. Not hard of the thing that spoke with the deed that I had witnessed. And the man with whom my professional fortunes were joined for that very fresh body at last, riding into full and terrifying consciousness with eyes dilated at the memory of the last seen on earth throughout its frantic hands in the life of death, struggle in the air and suddenly collapsing into a second final dissolution from which there could be no return. Screamed at the cry that will ring eternally in my aching brain. Help! Keep off! You cursed little toe had fiend keep that damn needle away from me!