Image of Death

Good evening, friend. This is your hope to welcome you through the creaking door into the inner sanctuary. Why? That music you hear is a new little thing dedicated to us. A little number called, baby, it's cold inside.

That's because the characters are on here and 20 degrees below normal. Of being of characters with our pet ghoul, God keep George. He's straight away from us but he came back because as Georgey puts it, there's no place like long.

Gorgie was a real successful fool, never let any grass grow under his feet. Of course, he wasn't always a cool, he was quite undecided on a profession. When Monday he passed the burial ground, and right then and there, Gorgie took a turn for the...

...heh... Tonight's inner sanka mystery image of death was written by Ed Adamson and Barb Sloane and stars Barry Quaker and the role of Victor with Gene Allen Masketty. Before we begin, let me warn you, any similarity between the characters in tonight's tale and The clothes in your nightmare is purely intentional.

Okay, friend. Hang on to your nervous system. The man stands in the dimlet room, looking down at the motionless body on the floor. His large hands with the whip-caught muddles are in startling contrast to his dim sensitive face.

For another moment he stands there, staring vacantly. Then he walks to the telephone. Dial the number and waits. I want to report a murder. You'll find the body at 14 crowns. Who would have been the first?

I'll be here waiting for it. Who are you? Me? Right. I'm a man who's been dead five years. The police are on the way now. I sit here and I wait. And I think back over the five years.