Death Wears a Lonely Smile

friend. This is your host to welcome you through the creaking door into the Anosanctum. Come in, I want you to see the changes we've made around here. Very, very smart. Now this new morbid motif was designed by those southern decorators, or Topsy and Evil. There's three parts section of stuff that was made especially for the wife of Harry the Hatchetman. You see,

left his wife in pieces, so naturally we let they chipped in dales for all where they may. Now here's our new dropped living room, just freshly dug. It's for Rantaril, bargain. All you have to do is slab on a down payment. Tonight's inner sanctum mystery, Death, Where's a Lonely Smile, was written by Ed Adamson and Bob Sloan and stars Mr. Sloan in the role of Walter with Mercedes

McCambridge as Carol. Well, now let's get to tonight's torturous tale. Find your places and make yourselves comfortable before we begin. As Harry the Hatchet Man says, we're not seating anyone before the first axe curtain fall.

It does, and a cold wind whips through the burial ground, stirring the leafless branches into wordless whispers of dead, forgotten voices. Amid the gravestones, the big man with a bloodied gash in his forehead stands, hapless.

His massive, ape-like arms hanging limply at his side. His eyes set in a loss vacant stare. Big man remains there, transfixed. As a young woman in black comes out of the shadows behind him. Can I help you?

Well, where did you come from? Well, I was over there putting flowers on my father's grave and I saw you. You're standing here and you seem lost, so I... Lola. What? I've been waiting for you, Lola.