028- Ancient Sorceries -national broadcast different production

Fed up with a shoveling snow? Can't shake that cold of yours? Wanna get away from it all? We offer you escape. You were alone in a remote village on the Welsh border, surrounded by silent townspeople who were watching and waiting for you to decide to lose your soul.

Escape. Produced by William N. Robeson and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. Today we escape to a remote section of Wales and a strange village between two worlds, as Algernon Blackwood described it in his eerie story.

Ancient Sorsaries. I had spent a week's vacation in Wales and was returning to London by train when it all began. It was late afternoon. We'd left the Welsh mountains and crossed the border into Western England, passing through a countryside which appeared singularly empty, deserted of life.

Over the soft hills and the valleys between, unfaintly perceptible haze, giving to the whole landscape of feeling of enchantment and unreality. The train slowed at length to stop at a tiny wayside station. As it did so, a sudden thought occurred to me.

Why not leave the crowded train with its irritating noises and spend the night in this peaceful spot, then take a slower and emptier train in the morning? On the impulse I rose from my seat, the man sitting opposite me said, Why, say sir, we only stop here for a minute or two.

If you are thinking of walking about a bit. No, matter of fact, I'm getting off here. I thought you were going to London. I'll go on in the morning. I'm going to stay here for the night.