Pseudopod 166: Something There Is
October 30th, 2009
By Joe Nazare
Read by BJ Harrison of The Classic Tales
As if reading Montresor’s thoughts, Luchesi reached down toward his feet; his hand came back proffering a long-necked bottle. “Here,” he spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, after shooting a look towards the palazzo’s attendant-less hallway. “Medoc — what I just happen to have handy with me, you understand. But it should serve as a worthy substitute.”
“Substitute?”
“In your sleep, just now: you were calling out for Amontillado.”
Vestiges of his nightmare shrouded Montresor’s thoughts. Dry-mouthed, he attempted to swallow nonetheless. “You must have misheard me, I’m sure.”
