The Scream

Good evening, friends of the Creaking Door. This is your host to welcome you into the inner sanctuary. Come in, come on in. Well, let me tell you about the loot we picked up in our family.

Mother got a new broom. She needed to ever since she wrecked the old one in a forest landing on a roof last month. Welcome William, got a third line straightjagged. And dear darling, did long Matilda, got a new hat pin.

Heh, her last one got stuck in the skull of her fourth husband. Turn your light slow and you'll radio up. And remember that all the actors getting killed in this program are being well-paid for it.

The winter wind was moaned around the gable house like a wandering band of wailing women. As Caroline Giles puzzled and frightened by something she's seen in the gathering desk, makes her way into the living room.

This is young Mrs. Giles' first night at the family mansion built by her husband's grandfather. Only this morning the attractive bride arrived after honeymoon trip in Europe. When she enters the huge, shadow-filled room, she notices the servant girl at the window.

She's a young girl, the only other person in the house. Caroline can see that she's scarcely able to control the terror she feels. Mary, here's ma'am. What's going on out there? That and nothing. When will Mr. Giles be home?

He should be here within an hour. Why are those cars stopping out there? Cars, Mrs. Giles? Really, Mary. You must even as well as I do. Three of them stop within a few minutes. Look, there's another one.

Maybe that's Mr. Giles. You know the car isn't coming into the driveway. It's stopping outside. Who are these people, Mary? I don't know. I don't know. They stop outside, but they won't. I don't know.