Don't Dance on My Grave

The host, meeting you, welcome to another little jam session behind the squeaking door. Where is the introducing a new kind of music? It's called swing and play, and believe me, it really sends you straight to the gallows.

But, eh, well, you have a friend who wants to join. Why certainly? All he had to do is tear off the top of a clue and send it to the spook of a month's glove.

We'll call for him. Tonight's inner sanctum mystery, Don't Dance on My Grave, was written by Emil Teperman, and stars Charlotte Holland in the role of Julia with Arnold Moss as Stephen. Are you in the mood for a tale of madness and mystery?

Good. The setting for our story tonight is a great old pal. Sitting on the crest of a gentle slope where it overlooks the country town. Usually in the sunlight it's quite beautiful. But now in the middle of the night it's crowded in dark.

There's no light in any window. But in the south bedroom, there, facing the garden, a young woman's seat, unrestfully. Let's read it to stir by strange, terrifying dreams. Her name, Julia Martin. She's only been married a year.

But the shadow of fear cares not words. When I'm sleeping or waiting, you just would dream a reality. How come I tell? She wouldn't talk in my house and see you. But to say, she could breathe and bury you.

No, he can't. As my sister-in-law, Caroline, she hates me. I wake up and I'm not looking for her. I'm looking for her in my dreams. What was it Dr. Krause? You could tell me it's a sanitary.