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This story is called The True Tale of the Phantom Coach by W.t. Linskill. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. The great curtain had fallen after the play, and I was standing chatting on the stage of the theatre in Cambridge when one of the stage men came to tell me I was wanted at the stage door and I must hurry up at once. I proceeded, and someone shouted out “Come with us, we want you to meet a fellow named Willie Carson, and there will be supper.

This story is called the Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe, apated and recorded by LibraryCall. The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men.