Story Time

[Samus Aran]

"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm.  He leaned upon it heavily.  We continued our route in search of the BOYAH.  We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.

   At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious.  Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of the internet.  Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner.  From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size.  Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven.  It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.

   It was in vain that Clucky, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depths of the recess.  Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.

   "Proceed," I said ;  "herein is the BOYAH.  As for mariofreak-"

   "He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.

   "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre.  Indeed, it is very damp.  Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I will positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."

   "The BOYAH!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.

   "True," I replied; "the BOYAH."

   As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken.  Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar.  With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.

   I had scarcely laid the first tier of my masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Clucky had in a great measure worn off.  The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess.  It was not the cry of a drunken man.  There was then a long and obstinate silence.  I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth ;  and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain.  The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.  When at last the clanking subsided , I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier.  The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast.  I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.

   A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back.  For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled.  Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess;  but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied.  I reapproached the wall.  I replied to the yells of him who clamoured.  I re-echoed ââ,¬â€� I aided ââ,¬â€� I surpassed them in volume and in strength.  I did this, and the clamourer grew still.

   It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close.  I had completed the eighth, the ninth [,] and the tenth tier.  I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh ;   there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in.  I struggled with its weight ;  I placed it partially in its destined position.  But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head.  It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognising as that of the noble Clucky.  The voice said ââ,¬â€�

   "Ha! ha! ha ! ââ,¬â€� he !  he !  he ! ââ,¬â€� a very good joke, indeed ââ,¬â€� an excellent jest.  We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo ââ,¬â€� he !  he !  he ! ââ,¬â€� over our wine ââ,¬â€� he !  he !  he !"

   "The BOYAH!" I said.

   "He !  he !  he ! ââ,¬â€� he !  he !  he ! ââ,¬â€� yes, the BOYAH.  But is it not getting late?  Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo ââ,¬â€� the Lady Hime and the rest ?  Let us be gone."

   "Yes," I said, "let us be gone."

   "For the love of God, Kaz!"

   "Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"

   But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply.  I grew impatient.  I called aloud-

   "Clucky!"

   No answer.  I called again-

   "Clucky!"

   No answer still.  I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within.  There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells.  My heart grew sick ; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so.  I hastened to make an end of my labour.  I forced the last stone into its position ;  I plastered it up.  Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones.  For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.  In pace requiescat!

[V]

I have read that before...I forget the name.  v;

[Necro]

Lol y;

[Samus Aran]

I have read that before...I forget the name.  v;

The Cask of Amontillado

[Necro]

I have read that before...I forget the name.  v;

The Cask of Amontillado

Tell another wan, mommy. y;

[V]

I have read that before...I forget the name.  v;

The Cask of Amontillado

yeah, that's it.  y;

[Riosan]

I read tCoA this past year. Weird story.

[Feynman]

Read the original version in seventh grade.

[Samus Aran]

[Classic]

You must have been bored way back in 2007.