102- Three Skeleton Key -Vincent Price

Tired of the everyday routine, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure, want to get away from it all? We offer you escape! Escape! Designed for you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure!

Tonight, we escape to a lonely lighthouse of the steaming jungle coast of French Guiana, and a nightmare world of terror and violence. As we bring you again in response to hundreds of requests, three skeleton key, starring Vincent Price.

Picture this place. A grey tapering cylinder welded by iron rods and concrete to the key itself. A bare black rock, 150 feet long, maybe 40 wide. That's at low tide. At high tide, just the lighthouse, rising 110 feet straight up out of the ocean.

And all about it, the churning water. Grey, green scum, dappled, warm as soup. swarming with gigantic bat-like devilfish. Great violets, schools, a Portuguese man-of-war, and yes, sharks, the big ones, the fifteen footers. And as if this weren't enough, there was a hot-dank rotten-smelling wind that came at us day and night off the jungle swamps

of the mainland. A wind that smelled like death. A wind that had smelled the slow and frightful death that came one night to this bare black rock. Set in the base of the light was a watertight bronze door, and in you went, and up.

Yes, up and up and round and round, past the tanks of oil in the coils of rope, casks of wicks, racks of lanterns, sacks of spuds and cartons and cans and up, and up and up, round and round.

Over the light store room was the food store room and over the food store room was the bunk room where the three of us slept and over the bunk room was the living and cooking room and over the living and cooking room was the light She was a beauty big steel and bronze baby with a sun gleaming through the glass walls all about