017- Taboo

You are alone in the dark forest, and behind you somewhere is the werewolf waiting to drink your blood. And you desperately desire the impossible to escape. Escape!

Produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully plotted to free you from the four walls of today, for a half hour of high adventure. Tonight we escape to the backward world of Eastern Europe, where ancient superstitions still live in the minds of men.

Tonight we escape with Jeffrey Haushol's grim story. Taboo. Among semi-civilized peoples, there has always been widespread belief in werewolves. Those fantastic creatures supposedly able to turn from man or woman into wolf and back again at will.

This belief is still widespread among the simple folk of Eastern Hungary, in the district around Swibergen, high in the gloomy Carpathian Mountains. And I must admit not without some reason. Before the late war, I often spent my vacations in that area, drawn to the dark loneliness by the pull of my Slavic blood.

It was the same with her, perhaps. and our kindred ancestry no doubt drew us together. Her name was Kira Vaughn and she was there with her husband, a pleasant young Englishman. They were obviously much in love and I felt almost like an intruder when I found myself the only other vacationer in the village.

However, they made me welcome and invited me to dinner. It was an excellent dinner. What do you have some more strawberries, Mr. Shirabi? Thank you, no, Mrs. Vaughn. I've eaten far too much already. I cannot say when I've had so excellent at dinner.

Thank you. I'm sure I shall get nothing like it at the inn. I should hate to have to stay at the inn. You see, should I have you? If my wife is one of those delightful creatures who cannot stand to be shut in, she must run free, preferably in the woods, that her hair is streaming in the wind.