46xxxx (009) The Dead Come Back

One hour dead tired, but I kept unwalking through the mist. Suddenly I started hearing footsteps behind me. I turned around and then I saw him. He was walking along slow, dragging his feet. Walk on as if he couldn't see.

His face was all covered with blood, but I know who it was. It was Miller, the guy I killed. Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkest, our fears the strongest, and our strength at its lowest end.

the Midnight when the graves is gave open and a death now You'll learn the answer in just a minute then the dead come back Horr at midnight Tales of mystery and terror by radios' masters of the macabre Our story by William Moorwood will threaten your sanity. It's titled The Dead come back

about one o'clock in the morning on a dark deserted street standing in the doorway of a gloomy brownstone house a man with a wild expression on his face rings the bell desperately there is no answer and he rings again then he's a pageant why yes the brain doc knows what goes on inside a guy's head will yes I'm a sicar it's got to talk to you it's very late

If you come back tomorrow during office hours. Now Doc, something's been happening to me. Something that's driving me nuts. I'm sorry but get inside. Be careful with that. You won't go off till I pull a trigger.

Gotta sit down, Doc. Very well. Just to make sure we understand each other. I put this gun here on the desk. And my watch. We got just half an hour to get everything cleared up.