028- Ancient Sorceries -national broadcast

Fed up with a shoveling snow. Can't shake that cold of yours. Wonder what the world's coming to? We offer you escape. You are alone in a remote village on the Welsh border, surrounded by silent townspeople who are watching, and waiting for you to decide to lose your soul.

Escape. Produced and directed by William N. Robeson. and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. Tonight we escaped to a remote section of Wales, and a strange village between two worlds.

As Aljanun Blackwood described it in his eerie story, ancient sorceries. 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 Welch 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, hung a faintly perceptible haze, given to the whole landscape of feeling of enchantment and unreality. The train at length slowed down to a stop at a tiny wayside station, as it did so a sudden thought occurred to me.

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

If you are thinking or walking about a bit. No, as a matter of fact I am 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.