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Post by dem bones on May 31, 2018 17:17:48 GMT
Charles Veley - Night Whispers (Granada, 1981)  John KnightsBlurb: They herald an unspeakable horror: Don't let them speak to you.
The chill hand of death has gripped Madison General Hospital. Bodies are found in silent corridors. Mutilated, drained of blood, they are victims of the Gathering. Then Jill Weston hears their voices.
Terrifying, secret voices. Voices cradled in darkness. Whispers in the dead of night driving her to the threshold of madness. Driving her into their murderous hands.
They are just a whisper away. For pity's sake don't heed them when they come to you ...A clandestine organisation comprised of leading medical staff and various affluent and/ or influential New Yorkers centred around Madison General Hospital. Presiding over all Malcolm 'The Leader' Lockwood, who has his colleagues syphon vast quantities of blood from unsuspecting patients for purposes as yet unspecified. A member of the Gathering is a member for life. They meet every three weeks for no-holes-barred orgies, though all memory of the nights events are wiped by injection. "that was their protection. A chemical bond of secrecy, unbreakable." Or so they think. Lockwood and his right hand woman, Diana Falke, videotape the proceedings for personal security. Dentist Phillip Bancroft has been tasked to lure his lover, Dr. Jill Weston, the Hospital's finest obstetrician, into the fold. Bancroft is also banging his nurse, a particularly sadistic beauty named Claire, a gift to him from the Leader for services rendered. Bancroft leans on Jill to stop being so sanctimonious, forget ethics and use her talent to amass huge sums of money as he has. The secret is in the boundless energy that will be hers when she joins this hush hush club he knows of. Jill is on the verge of breaking up with Bancroft, would have done so already had it not been she's been preoccupied by the sinister voices in her head. Meanwhile, a renegade in the ranks has taken to bleeding the patients dry for real and leaving their corpses lying around on the corridors. Another potential problem is Maryann Delvecchio, an ambitious young news reporter whose membership of the Gathering has done nothing to curb her lust for the big story. Approaching halfway. If you've a phobia for either needles or dentist drills, there's no shortage of squirms to be had from the scenes in Bancroft's surgery.
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Post by andydecker on Jun 1, 2018 18:17:06 GMT
Charles Veley - Night Whispers (Granada, 1981) John Knights They meet every three weeks for no-holes-barred orgies, though all memory of the nights events are wiped by injection. "that was their protection. A chemical bond of secrecy, unbreakable." Or so they think. Lockwood and his right hand woman, Diana Falke, videotape the proceedings for personal security. What is the point of doing it if you can't remember it?  Still this sounds promising.
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Post by dem bones on Jun 1, 2018 20:27:22 GMT
What is the point of doing it if you can't remember it? ... and there are surely cheaper, legal ways to stockpile vast quantities of blood, but what the Hell, Lockwood and cronies are enjoying themselves. Maryann Delvecchio has been caught attempting to smuggle a mini-cam into the orgy and warned about her future conduct. The Leader apparently allows one "mistake," a second and you become a former member of the Gathering, and nobody ever gets to see one of those again. Poor Jill has been drugged with Scopolamine which, apparently, accounts for the evil voices in her head. She knows Bancroft is lying when he insists she hallucinated her alleged abduction while jogging. What she doesn't realise is that all those she trusts are in conspiracy against her. It's all getting a bit nasty. |
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