020- Back for Christmas

You are trapped in the dark cellar of your home. Beside you is the murdered body of your wife. And above at the front door are your friends looking for you, tracking you down, cutting off your escape.

Escape! Produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today, for a half hour of high adventure. Tonight we escaped to a university town in England, and a household where a hateful sway.

As we listened to John Collier's famous story, Back for Christmas. Ity-pig. Yes, my dear. What on earth are you doing down here on the cellar?

Why, just a little digging. And why, may I ask, have you chosen this day of all days to dig up the cellar floor? the cell of floor. Why, I thought as the weather has been so damp, this would be an excellent time to plant my devil's garden.

Devil's garden? What ever nonsense is that? Oh, that's my little joke about it. You see, I've managed to secure some of the spores of several unclassified wild orchids. In their natural state, they bloom under damp masses of leaf mold.

The oracanian Indians call them devil flowers because they appear to bloom under the ground. Well, I'm sure the oracanian Indians will be very interested if you succeed in growing these ridiculous flowers under the cell of floor.

Who knells it'll interest I can't imagine. What's that terrible smell? Well, that's a leaf mold, my dear. Chemically identical with the earth blanket they grow under in the wild state. I really should lie in the pit with concrete so as to prevent seepage from this foreign soil.