S1/E13 | The Cellar

Published Oct 31, 2020, 7:01 AM

A depth descended and a truth revealed.

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Thirteen days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio, Blumhouse television and grim and mild from Aaron mankey headphones recommended. Listener discretion advised. My dearest friend, come in the promise of eternity beckons to us. Are you prepared to witness what lies below? Good, I have awaited this night for so many years. Shall we open the hatch? I'll take that as a yes and a Stone Stairwell, oh my, let us dissent. Away we go. It is tied my friend, to put the pieces together for you. Tragedy struck early in his adulthood when a plague swept through the region and took with it his wife. It left him alone with a young daughter and unfathomable grief. Thankfully, he was not without means. His late wife had inherited quite a fortune and left it all to their daughter. He promptly left the architecture firm for which he toiled since college and began his own strange business, a small firm with a single client himself. He became obsessed with a singular and secret goal. He immersed himself in occult histories practices. He procured every arcane tone in existence. He constructed a modest library in which to house them and hired a young man named Oliver to assist in his studies. To get the pair scoured every Grimoire, scrull and religious right in hopes of finding a cure for the architect's affliction, and after countless sleepless months, oliver found it a forbidden ritual, recorded and lost language, to call forth an ancient entity, one with the power to shake time and space itself. At the appointed hour, on the appointed night, the architect and Oliver cast a circle of obscure settles. Together they had allowed the violent cantations to death, they spooned each other's blood and together they witnessed the impossible. You have found me when so many before have failed. There it stood at the circled center, towering over them, eyes ablaze, an indescribable creature born of shadow and flame. It looked upon the architect and said, as reward, I shall grant you that which you most desire. The architect, without hesitation, replied, I wish to bring my wife home to be with her forever. The entity pause for a moment, then smiled. Very well, but first you shall require a temple where they are returned, I shall grant you the time, the knowledge and the will to construct such a place. You will see its dimensions written in the stars and you shall build it just so. And at the autumn of the deepest level you shall lild a great stone door when this work has been completed, and on the final night of Arvest, you shall walk through that door and your wife shall return and you will be together for eternity. Look to the stars, architect. It was gone. Immediately, the architect, with all of us assistants, began in earnest. First they built wondrous observatory and with it saw in the star as a great house. Together they laid the corner stone and thus the foundation of the house. Oh but the time it took to build months became years, years deck eight. The architect called obsessive and cruel. He shunned society altogether and alienated his only child, who, in her own time, past. But walls went up in the labyrinthine house. Groom and the greater it swelled. Soul were the architect's pride and cruelty. Until finally Oliver laid the last stone at the threshold of this doorway, this very stone pure obsidian dug from a mine in Iceland, carried across the sea to be laid as a footstep. Todd ascension, my friend, we are here and the moment is again at hand. See the settle drawn, and so we'll see how they guide our steps towards the great door. See Hockey clow, my dearest companion. It would honor me greatly, it would make my heart sink if you walk through first. It is all right to be afraid. The architect was afraid. Follow the voices. They will guide you, and I shall be close at your heels. Go on then, yes, you glow, my friend. It is all happening. As the architect's afraid, he knew that the creature be summoned and laced him on this path was untrustworthy, and so he invited all of them to take the first stall descension. Yes, my dearest friend, I owe you everything. You tracked me from a life of trudgery into a world of signs and riches and wonders. When we built this house of the stars, this House of whispers from beyond, I did not know that it would become my prison. When you convinced me to venture first, you sealed both of our fate. When I walked through this door, instead of you, the entity appeared before us. I accept Oliver as caretaker of my temple, and you, architect, for your cowardice, I curse you with Everlasting Shadow. And so you, the great architect, were reduced to a mere shade, without memory, without voice, without even a name. What was on some magnificent mind, the greatest in history, now nothing more than a blank page. Even now you are confused. But, my dear architect, you have all of eternity to explore this place and to remember who you are. Take Heart, your wife is here. She has been since the night you betrayed me. She will always be with you, along with all the other tormented souls that arrived throughout the centuries. Unfortunately, in your state, you'll never know which face is hers. Do not look forlorn friend. This will not be the last ascension. In a few hundred years, when the star has a line again, perhaps you'll find another to take your place. This is for you to figure out. My time here is almost past. When I mean take care of your house, this temple, and make sure that its guests are well attempted. Perhaps they will on occasion reward you with the tale to pass the time. It moves so terribly slow here fairly well, friend, looked at the stars. I Assad to your architect as scare taker. Stupid. Excuse me, you'll have to I'm a bit lost and seeking shelter. Can you help me? Is this Hawthorn manner? I met a man on the road ways back. He said he just came from here. That's a hotel. I might stay here, and he said the caretaker would meet me here by the gate. Is that you? Can you hear me? Are Are you the caretaker? Are you? Thirteen days of Halloween was created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams and executive produced by Aaron Manky, starring Keegan Michael Key as the caretaker. Today story was written by Nicholas Takowski and directed by Matt Frederick, with editing and sound design by Matt Frederick. Thirteen days of Halloween is a production of I heart radio, Blumhouse television and Grimm and mild from Aaron Mankey. For more podcasts from my heart radio, visit the I heart radio APP, apple podcasts or wherever you listen to your favorite shows and learn more about thirteen days of Halloween. At GRIMM AND MILD DOT COM yes

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