Sir, you are good at what you do! So natural and near perfect are your narrations that I almost forget I'm not there in the story but only enjoying a retelling the tale. Please continue to entertain us.
I listen, and re-listen often. Tony, your readings, and choice of tales, are simply timeless. I can't begin to tell you of the tricky difficult times you've helped me through. Just thought I'd send a little bouquet of gratitude. Hope all is well for you and for those you love.
So beautifully narrated! I have listened to a couple of your narrated stories recently from books I actually own and have read, like M.R. James and Bram Stoker. It is so peacefully entertaining to listen to you narrate these stories! You almost make me happy that winter will come again so I can sit in our cozy living room with black cherry tea, a soft throw and a kitty on my lap listening to you as the snow falls quietly outside. Thank you so much, I really enjoy listening to you read!
Hello, I have just discovered your channel. I am so elated to hear your voice in particular to read these old ghost stories, I can not properly convey. Please please please do more. I really very seriously enjoy it so much. Thank you so much. Thank you,.
I'm addicted to your excellent channel! Obsessed at listening to one after the other since finding your channel 3 days ago. You were meant to read and bring to life most wonderfully these stories. Love it. Thank yiu!❤❤❤❤❤❤
Great story and narration! I love this one. I like the description of the coach when he gets in. As you mentioned in your ramble, this is set in an older time, and I like that. Stories set in this time frame, especially ghost and horror stories, are awesome. Thanks for narrating this gem for us, Tony!
I actually really liked that story. It was very evocative The images it created in the mind of the listener were very strong and powerful. Maybe because the characters are so archetypal.
I really enjoyed your reading and the story is very good. I have been wanting to read Amelia B Edwards's , A Thousand Miles up the Nile so am going to look for it on youtube. Thankyou
On my grandparents there.were swords from the English in the blacksmiths forge .there were long hay wagons old threshers and top hats from the 1800s so I'm connect to many centuries .I wonder if young can understand any thing of classic ghost stories. Wene we listen to the phantom coach we can feel the ice in our veins and that we are a few degrees in temperature.from dying. By the way Tony I saw some thing you would love .the other day at a funeral a real white white horse drawn hearse at a funeral and of course my mind instantly wene to the phantom coach in a Christmas carol
Sounds a bit like Arch Bishop Sharp's phantom coach, which is said to haunt Magus Miur near St.Andrews in Fife. It is said to pick up lone travellers, then plunge into the sea in St.Andrews bay.
Nice straightforward tale. At first, I thought the barrister was going to spend a wonderful night of conversation, get back to his wife the next day, only to find no one knew of this genius on the moor. He goes back to the house and finds it an abandoned wreck. But no, there's the title. We must have a phantom coach! And so we do. It is such a pity that female writers of the day had to pretend they were male to be published.
This being my overall, all time favorite short story that I've read countless times ,I must say you my brother truly mastered its narrative. I wonder if you'd consider reading the "rhyme of the ancient mariner "?. You would join a handful of masters that are worthy in my opinion to have left your mark conjoined to the legacy of that master piece.
I decided to leave you my own “breadcrumbs” as I work through your “oeuvre” which is a word I associate with eggs rather than body of work (go figure?). Anyway, hopefully you will start to understand my playful tone and “bants”. I find this story rather disjointed given its three or really four part setup. Again like much ghost fodder this is a meta-fiction with a frame. I have a great story to tell you one day when we sit in those studded deep leather armchairs, aside the low beams and crackling jolly log fire (maybe peat) and nurse a mug of tea in my case and whatever your favourite tipple or refreshment. On that day Tony I will recount to you many wondrous tales. One of those tales will however be how I met Paul the Anarchist at my first University when studying English And American Lit. How Paul was a graduate doing a PhD on philosophy of novels ! How the two hours we shared a conversation he altered my life completely. I entered a teenage boy and emerged, something else. I want to say a magus but that would sound pretentious. Let me say that Paul gave me a gift, he helped me to see the world as it is. A side effect (fully intended) of his chat with me was to enable me to get a good 2:1 (just off first) without any work, no lectures and no effort. The whole story is for another time. But what gets me now as a fifty year old looking back is this “why did he do this ?”. It still bugs me that I only gained this insight recently on recounting the weird meeting. Why did a graduate bother to chat to a wet behind ears undergrad and in space of less than two hours change his view on reality and help him with study ? Anyway I will let you ponder that. It would take a while to try and explain what he told me, it’s no mystery and I’m totally happy to share it. However you have to have a certain mind, some base knowledge of literature and novels (which you do and hence me dropping this here). I have had only perhaps one or two paranormal experiences ever, this wasn’t one. But I find myself still wondering about much surrounding this experience. To add to it the guy who introduced me to Paul told me he would do precisely what he did do. How the heck did he know this ? As I say when we finally get a chance to speak and I’m sure we will one time or another I will take delight in this recount. I know you like literary theory, meta fictions and stories. Adieu for the present
I think it's the 'oeuf' You made me go and look up the etymology. Uva is egg and Oeuvre is from Opera. I didn't know the -p- did that in French. Have you read The Zelator by Mark Hedsel? It sounds like your meeting with Paul. That an House of Leaves are two books I may never get rid of.
