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“The House on the Lake” by Mark Newton | Narrated by Edward Bennett

“The House on the Lake” by Mark Newton | Narrated by Edward Bennett

“The House on the Lake”
Author: Mark Newton
Narrator: Edward Bennett
Sound Design: Mark Newton
Post-Production: Mark Newton
Music Production: Mark Newton

Audio production © Mark Newton
Story © Mark Newton

Narrator Edward Bennett tells this cautionary tale of a boy and his father who live together on a lake.  The boy gives his father the age-old excuse typically used to stay up at night, the one regarding a monster under the bed.  His father, of course, brushes it off as nonsense – perhaps a bit prematurely.

Writer Mark Newton wrote the story and the music and produced the video as well, and Edward Bennett’s fantastic vocal talents bring the tale to life.

Mark Newton is an author and entertainer. To see more of his work, visit his YouTube Channel here: http://www.youtube.com/user/TheHouseonthelake




“The House on the Lake”
Author: Mark Newton

This is a story that will keep you awake,
about a boy and his father and a house on a lake.

The house on the lake was eerie and cold,
with a secret within, until now never told.

The little boy’s name is Arthur Pale,
and he is the subject of this horrible tale.

As Arthur got ready for bed that first night,
he felt in his bones something wasn’t quite right.

So he climbed into bed and lay very still,
then he heard a strange sound that made him feel ill.

He lay in his bed too scared even to scream,
hoping the whole thing was only a dream.

Then from beneath his bed came a noise,
a noise that would frighten the bravest of boys.

“I am the Saurus and this is my bed.
Any that slept here have ended up dead.
If you want me to eat you, then of course you can stay.
If you want to live longer, then run far away.”

Arthur screamed out, “Daddy come quick!”
His father rushed in fearing Arthur was sick.

“There’s a monster under my bed,” the boy cried.
His father, half-smiling, looked at Arthur and sighed.

“There aren’t any monsters living under your bed.
It’s just your imagination from something you’ve read.
So go back to sleep as it’s a quarter past one.
You’ll be grumpy tomorrow and that won’t be fun.”

Arthur wasn’t consumed by the monster that night.
He woke the next day trusting his father was right.

It was all just a dream, as his father had said,
So he pulled back the duvet and jumped out of bed.

Arthur played in the garden for five hours or more.
He played hide-and-seek with his friend from next door.

The boys played all day until the sun left the sky.
It was now getting quite late so the friend said goodbye.

Arthur went straight to bed and fell asleep right away,
exhausted by the hours of vigorous play.

But soon, he awoke with a chill in his bones,
fearing the worst; he was no longer alone.

Wasting no time, he cried out in fear,
praying his father was able to hear.

In a matter of seconds he was there in the room,
saving his son from imminent doom.

His father said, “Arthur you really must rest.
You’ve got school in the morning and a numeracy test.
There aren’t any monsters, they’re just tricks of the light.”
And he gave him a hug and he kissed him goodnight.

Again came the Saurus from under the bed.
“You did not take heed to the warning,” he said.
“If you’re still here tomorrow, I’ll eat you without fail,
And no one will see you again, Arthur Pale.”

In the morning poor Arthur was in total despair.
He was going to be eaten and that didn’t seem fair.

He must make his father believe in his plight,
that the Saurus might eat him that very same night.

Again, Arthur’s father showed little concern,
not knowing the terrible lesson he’d learn.

Instead he told Arthur not to fuss anymore,
That there weren’t any monsters and of that he was sure.

After refusing to sleep in his bed,
Arthur slept in the chair by the fire instead.

This was the last time Mr. Pale saw his son,
when he put him to bed at a quarter past one.

When Arthur lay sleeping, the Saurus arose.
He ate the poor boy from his head to his toes.

As with children before, he ate Arthur’s coat,
an action explained in the note that he wrote.

“Dear Father, I’m writing this note to explain,
that I’ve taken my coat ’cause it’s pouring with rain.
I’ll be gone for a while, but please don’t be sad.
Just try to remember the good times we had.
I tried to explain, but despite all my trying,
You did not believe me, you thought I was lying.
The monsters are real, they are not in my head.
They live in my room and they’re under my bed.”

In closing, the Saurus signed Arthur’s name,
then slipped back under his bed once again.

He knew as he picked his teeth, before long,
Mr. Pale soon would enter to find his son gone.

When Mr. Pale came in the next morning,
he discovered his son had gone without warning.

After reading the note, he cried, “Oh, what have I done?
I wish I had listened to my poor, troubled son.”

He waited for Arthur till fifty years passed.
In that house, all alone, Mr. Pale breathed his last.

In a chair by the fire they found the boy’s father,
with a note that read simply, “Come back soon, Arthur.”

The house stood for years, undisturbed and forgotten.
Like the secret it kept, the woodwork was rotten.

Then one day as the north wind blew fierce and cold,
there appeared in the garden a sign that said, “SOLD.”

* * * * * *

This is a story that will keep you awake,
About a girl and her mother and a house on a lake.

The house on the lake was eerie and cold,
with a secret within, until now never told.

© Mark Newton



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