The Misanthrope And Tartuffe (Harvest Book)

this is your pick right yeah this is called the misanthrope by JD Beresford and uh you'll see what's going on here it's got got to do with a lot of these stories are the same I feel like yeah horror writing back then these short stories often had to do with people investigating some creepy place where something creepy had happened or maybe that's all horror movies and they were usually approaching it from like a rational mind and they end up like being proven that there's something worse there and yeah it's good stuff all right it works uh so what am I doing again I'm the visitor to the island in the boatman and you're the hermit okay that's right right what why do we bother working this out I don't know I always forget all right here we go everybody pour up a spoopy drink blow out the candles relight them blow them out again and listen to the misanthrope by JD Beresford take it away Josh did you say spoopy

oh man you wouldn't you know you wouldn't care not now he said sharply perhaps just before you go you feel fairly certain then he nodded with disgusting conviction i went to bed wondering whether helen's theory wasn't a true one and if i might not break the spell for poor old copely the boatman came for me soon after 11 the next morning i had shaken off some of the feeling of superstitious horror that held me overnight and i had not repeated my request to copely nor had he offered to look into the dark places of my soul he came down after me to the landing place and we shook hands warmly but he said nothing about my revisiting him and then just as we were putting off he turned backward toward the hut and looked at me over his shoulder just one quick glance uh hold on hold on wait i commanded the boatman and i stood up and called to him uh uh copely i shouted he turned and looked at me and i saw that his face was transfigured he wore an expression of foolish disgust and loathing i had seen something like it on the face of a child who was just going to be sick oh boy i dropped down into the boat and turned my back on him i wondered then if that was how he had seen himself in the glass but since i have only wondered what it was he saw in me and i can never go back to ask him