The Death Disk

We have to be so very careful what we believe in. Come in! Welcome. I'm E.G. Marshall. Welcome to the universe of the Uncanny.

We live on such a tiny surface of space and time and try so hard to shut out the mass that lies beyond. But when the whispers die out and the echoes cease, a force still fills the void that remains.

evil spirits, malignant and destructive, waiting in limbo to be summoned by the pool-hardy. In our tale, a young and talented student of the Talmud turns to a secret body of a cult-ductant, the Kabbalah, to conquer death itself.

Simon, why do you punish yourself so? To reach an exalted state. I wish to attain the possession of a clear and sparkling diamond and melted down into ears, Then inhale it essence into my soul.

I want to attain the rays of a third planet of beauty. I want two barrels of gold and pieces for him who can only count in gold. My father is not greedy. He only wants a bright future for me.

And your bright future is paved with gold. Be careful, my son. You are on a slippery road. No holy powers will help you achieve what you want. powers will not, then I must- Don't say it, Simon. You terrifying me?

And I must find my way along another path. Mr. Drama, the demon spirit was especially adapted from the classic S-Ansky play, The Debugger, for The Mystery Theater by Milk Whipple and Sars Norman Rose and Mason Adams.

Black magic is rooted in the darkest corners of our mind and emerges only when we feel the insatiable need for power, money, love. Any desire that becomes obsessive went with hell. It has always been so. Man has invoked the aid of spirits since he first evolved. What could be more natural for primitive man than the urge to call upon the supernatural when