46xxxx (026) Death's Worshipper

The window torn out of its frame. No, they're on the floor. She'll be here.

Good. Couldn't love her. Her head twisted almost often. Her body looks as if every bone in was broken. Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkness, our fears the strongest, and our strength, that it's lowest end.

Midnight, when the graves gave open and death strikes. How? You'll learn the answer in just a moment in Death's Worshiper. And now, murdered at midnight, Tales of Mystery and Terror by Radio's Masters of the Macabre.

Our story by Jay Williams is a tale of fear from afar called Death's Worship. Death's worshiper! On the surface, it's a New York apartment like thousands of others. In a house with a brown stone front on a dark little street.

But to Kate Bloney living here with her brother Peter, it has become a prison cell, a place of menace, a house of terror. I can't explain, Peter. This is how I were caught in a spider's web, waiting helplessly while the spider comes closer.

you still haven't told me just exactly what's troubling you. It's real Peter. It's a feeling that, well, like in a nightmare when you know something awful is after you and you can't escape, it's drawing closer. It's coming here to this room to find me. What'll I do, Peter? What shall I do? Please, Kate, pull yourself together. You've got to. I'm sorry,

Peter. I'll try. Oh, that's better. Now then, let's have it. I can't come home every night to a sister who's afraid of the dark. What's it all about? Do you remember the weekend I spent at Quinton's place in the country? Just after he got back from India?