Terror by Night

Good evening, friends of the Creaking Door. This is your host to welcome you into the uno sang film. Come in, come in. I always feel lighthearted and weather like this, so perhaps we ought to have a little poetry before we begin.

An Arab girl named Youhym was lied to by her husband, Men Youhym. For this little trifle, she shot him with a rifle, and now she can see right through him. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Now if your scalpels are sharpened and ready we will proceed with the business of evening

Tonight we're going to do a little study in terror Have you ever been alone with fear? Alone and the night and frightened Well, here is our star Agnes Mow head and the role of Linda Dickson who will tell us a tale of terror by night It was Friday night, and I think I was already a little nervous as I drove north into the mountains.

I hadn't wanted to waste even an hour of my two-week vacation, so I had had all my bags packed and the car waiting at the curb in front of my office building. Everything would have been all right if a fuel pump in my six-year-old car hadn't acted up.

It took the mechanic almost two hours to get me going. So now I was driving through the night with 50 miles more to go, and I was tired and nervous and irritated. And then I heard the whistle in the distance.

At first I couldn't trace it. And then I remembered the state prison was somewhere in the vicinity. The whistle. It meant a prisoner had escaped. I reached over and turned on the radio. Maybe they were broadcasting something about it.