The Black Cofagrigus of Death

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Cast:

David - Jack
Joyce - Elsa
Harold - Alphonse Elric
Emily - Heather Mason
Mrs. Sawyer - Jane Crocker
Uncle Amos - Envy
Announcer: Lust




ANNOUNCER: And now...

SFX: echoing footsteps

ANNOUNCER: We welcome you once again to the Miss Fitz Story Hour. Come with me, friends, as we descend into the world of the unknown and the forbidden. Down in the depths where the veil of time is lifted and the supernatural reigns as king. Come with me and listen to the tale of, the Black Cofagrigus of Death.

SFX: the sound of a gong, eerie music.

DAVID: Through all the years of man's existence no matter what he has learned or has been taught from generation to generation still he carries in the innermost depths of his mind a certain fear of the darkness. A fear of the night which is somehow associated with death and in actuality is the fear of death itself.

DAVID: Each of us in our lifetime will probably come into contact with some psychic phenomenon, either directly or indirectly through the experience of a relative or an acquaintance. An experience never to be forgotten and about such an experience is my story tonight.

SFX: the sound of thunder

DAVID: I was there with the others the night he died. We stood at the foot of the bed, Joyce, Harold and I. Amos Johnson's head was cushioned on a pillow and in his hand he held a little figurine, it looked like a Cofagrigus. Chilling, considering the circumstances.

SFX: Thunder

HAROLD: You sent for us uncle Amos?

UNCLE HAROLD: Of course I did, otherwise you wouldn't be here in my room Harold.

JOYCE: Now uncle Amos, there's no need to...

UNCLE AMOS: Be quiet! Be quiet all of you. Ah, you're here too David.

DAVID: Yes sir...

UNCLE AMOS: Be quiet, I didn't ask for a speech young man. I'll do the talking if you don't mind. I must speak to all of you while I still have time.

JOYCE: Why don't you rest uncle Amos?

UNCLE AMOS: Rest, ha-ha you'd like to see that would you Joyce, and David, and Harold. What? No answer from any of you? I know why you can't say anything, because it's the truth!

HAROLD: Now see here uncle Amos...

UNCLE AMOS: Listen to me young man, these last years of my life you have all left me alone. You've had more important things to do. That is until tonight. Ah, tonight you're all here because you know I'm dying. You've come here like a pack of wild Mightyena, waiting for me to die, waiting for your chance to inherit my estate.

JOYCE: Oh that isn't true uncle Amos.

UNCLE AMOS: Oh isn't it, hmmm, I think it is. Don't worry, you'll inherit the estate, the three of you but in the end you'll wish you never had.

HAROLD: What do you men uncle Amos?

UNCLE AMOS: Though I'll die you will all see me again. All of you who hated me and you will know of my presence when you see this.

DAVID: Why that's just a little figurine uncle Amos.

UNCLE AMOS: Ah, you'll wish you've never seen it before I'm through. You'll wish that you'd never known me, that you'd never been born. Before you die you will all learn what fear is. You'll learn how it feels to be... (Rough gasping) ... feels to be (gasps) alone. (Trails off into death moan)

JOYCE: Uncle Amos...

DAVID: He's dead Joyce.

JOYCE: Oh no, no he can't be.

HAROLD: He's dead alright.

SFX: the sound of a small statue hitting floor

JOYCE: What's that?

DAVID: Something dropped out of his hand.

SFX: a couple of steps

DAVID: Why it's the little figurine. A black Cofagrigus.

SFX: Thunder, eerie music.

DAVID: The little figurine lay there on the floor, it had fallen from uncle Amos hand just as he died and when it had struck the floor it had broken into three piece. I picked them up and held them in my hand. The pieces fit together perfectly much like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. It was a strange little figure, its arms raised in supplication, a look of fear upon its masklike face. There was something intensely frightening about it.

SFX: Chord strike

DAVID: Three days later uncle Amos was buried in the family mausoleum at the north end of the estate. A week after that we all gathered together at the old house with Carla Sawyer, the executor of the estate.

SFX: sound of papers rustling

KARL SAWYER: As you know your uncle appointed me as executor of the estate and left instructions that the three main heirs ten days following his demise be gathered in this house for a reading of the will.

JOYCE: You told us that earlier Mrs. Sawyer.

MRs. SAWYER: So I did. Are you all seated comfortably?

HAROLD: Quite comfortably Mrs. Sawyer.

MRS. SAWYER: It's a rather long will you know. (clears throat) Now I will begin. I Amos Johnson being of sound mind and body do make ,ordain, and publish this instrument as my last will and testament...

DAVID: Ah, MrS. Sawyer. Why don't you just tell us about the will, hmmm?

MRS. SAWYER: That's a rather unusual procedure David.

JOYCE: David's right MrS. Sawyer, it will save a lot of time and trouble.

MRS. SAWYER: Well. (Clears throat) Perhaps you're right, let me see. Now referring to the disposition of the monies and property, it is to be divided equally among the three of you. Of course there are certain gifts to the servants, and your uncle's Pokemon.

HAROLD: Naturally.

MR. SAWYER: Yes, naturally. There is a considerable amount of money to be divided even after taxes. Each of you will be independent for life.

JOYCE: I can't understand uncle Amos willing us the entire estate. The night he died...

MR. SAWYER: Contrary to what you may think your uncle Amos was really quite fond of you.

HAROLD: Is that all to the will Mr. Sawyer?

MR. SAWYER: No, of course you realize that if one of you were to die, his or her share of the estate would be divided between the two remaining heirs. And there is one other provision I do not quite understand.

JOYCE: Yes?

SFX: sounds of rustling paper

MR. SAWYER: Oh yes, yes. Let me read it please. The heirs are to reside on the estate for a period of one year. If this is not done their claim to the estate will be nullified and they are to be left without a penny. Unfortunately they were present very infrequently during the last years of my life,

HAROLD: That's a rather strange provision.

MR. SAWYER: Yes isn't it. However as executor of your uncle's will it is up to me to make sure the provisions are carried out and believe me I feel a deep sense of duty to your late uncle.

SFX: Subtly eerie music

DAVID: The four of us discussed the will until the early hours of the morning. We persuaded Sawyer to spend the night with us so he could return to the city in the morning.

SFX: A clock ticking.

DAVID: The house became quite silent and the only sound I heard was the ticking of the clock on my dresser. I wondered about the provision of the will in which uncle Amos ordered that we make our residence in his house. I was lying awake in bed thinking about that when...

SFX: sounds of knocking at door

DAVID: Standing outside my door in the hallway was a housekeeper.

EMILY: Mr. David

DAVID: Yes Emily.

EMILY: I found this in my bedroom tonight.

DAVID: Oh, let me see it.

EMILY: Here.

DAVID: Huh, it's a little black figurine, just like the one my uncle had. You can have it back now Emily.

EMILY: It frightened me so I came to you Mr. David.

DAVID: How do you think it got there Emily?

EMILY: Well, uh, there is something strange going on in this house Mr. David and I have an idea I know who's in back..

SFX: The sound of aoor handle being turned, door being opened.

MR. SAWYER: Who's talking in there?

SFX: Footsteps

MR. SAWYER: Oh it's you David, and Emily. You're up rather late aren't you?

EMILY: Yes Mr. Sawyer, I was just going to bed, if you will excuse me.

DAVID: Good night Emily.

EMILY: Good night sir, I will see you in the morning.

SFX: Lighter footsteps quickly walking down hall.

MR. SAWYER: Well I suppose I'd better get back to bed too. Good night David.

DAVID: Good night Mr. Sawyer.

DAVID:
I watched him go back into his room and I turned and went back into mine. Emily had been on the point of saying something to me, something that was important enough to her to make a special trip to my room. I got back into bed and wondered what she had wanted to tell me. Little by little sleep clouded my brain and I was half asleep. Until...

EMILY: Scream

SFX: Gong sounding, swelling of powerful music.

ANNOUNCER: And so ends the first part of The Black Cofagrigus of Death. Join us next weekend for the second installment of our chilling tale of vengeance from beyond the grave.