Dead Man's Vengeance

This is the man in black. I'm very happy to step over from the sound of sage ox suspense, standing for my fellow scare master of ceremonies, he halloy. Mr. Lorry had to attend a special conclave of the International Association of Witches, Goons and Creeps, of which he is a charter member. So I am here in his

place, opening the doors of the Mystery Playhouse. Tonight the Mystery Playhouse has been fortunate enough to secure the services of that light-hearted racon terra, of murder, horror, and the supernatural, the laughing boy of the inner sanctum, Raymond. Raymond's been telling about the horrible things that happened to other people for a long time now and getting a huge bang out of it, but

tonight the people's are terse and they find himself on the receiving end which seems like poetic justice is deep. I think it might prove interesting to find Find out how Raymond's much wanted sense of humor survives the acid test.

So follow me to the home, the squeaking door. Little house of a thousand houses. Good morning friends. This is your host, Raymond. Welcome to the squeaking door, the inner sanctum.

For most of you who write in to find out why our thoughts squeak so much, I guess now I have good times and I have to explain that the hinges are rusty with dry blood.

Through that door past the most beautiful grooves in the world. Won't you come in? Oh, you don't need dark old houses on murky graveyards to feel the chilly presence of being from the other world.

Just after I completed my broadcast, I was called to the telephone. And I picked up a receiver I heard. It's familiar, but I can't quite place it. There's nothing unusual but a call like that.