The Bog-Oak Necklace

Left and key and left and still present Inner, Sanctum, Mystery, Starring, Miriam Hocken. Good evening, friends of the Inner Sanctum. This is your whole stream, and ready, as always, to provide you with your weekly ration of screams, giggles, and blood.

All in the spirit of gentle fun, I have no other object in mind. Except to reduce you to sniveling wrecks of nerves and shutters. If you've got a white sheet handy, you might wrap it around yourself in case a ghost shows up.

You'll think you're in the business and pass right on through you. Haha. So Mr. Raymond, don't be so silly. You know there are no such things as ghosts. Who said that? Oh, heaven. Oh, Mary Bennett.

So you don't believe in ghosts, huh? And, uh... What's that standing behind you? Oh! Oh, you shouldn't have done that. Frightening me that way. Shame on you. Oh, I'm sorry, Mary. Can I make a man's?

Well, you might... you might tell the folks how much you enjoy Lipton tea. Oh, gladly, gladly, a friend. Just the other day a ghost and I were having a conversation about Lipton tea. Now, here, here, here.

Enough of that. Nobody is interested in what you and the ghost said about Lipton tea. D'aww. No. Let's talk about real people and the solid pleasure they get from Lipton. They drink it at meal times, they serve it when friends drop in for a visit, And of course they often brew themselves a cup of lip-tons during the day.

Just because it's so nice to relax and enjoy that famous brisk flavor. And by the way, that word brisk, B-R-I-S-K, is one that tea experts use. Brisk means that lip-tons always taste tangy and brazen.