46xxxx (018) The House That Time Forgot

What? Who are you? I beg your pardon? I said who are you? What are you doing here? My name is Gabriel. I am Butler to the Holloways. Gabriel? But you can't be. Well you're... you're dead.

Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkest, our fears the strongest, and our strength that it's lowest in. Midnight when the graves, gape open and death strikes. How?

You learn the answer in just a minute in the house that time forgot. And now, murder at midnight, tales of mystery and terror by radio's masters of the macabre. Our story by Sigmund Miller is, The House That Time Forgot.

Early evening on a desolate part of the Virginia coast, along a road near the beach comes a car with two people in it. I guess we've done enough looking for the day, Eva. Oh, it's a really beautiful country around here, dear.

Wild and lovely. Darling, if we can't find a house, perhaps we should buy some land and build. We'd better start back to town. It's getting dark. I think we're in for a storm. Oh, look Fred. Look at that house we're coming to.

Oh, now, isn't it a beauty? Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm. Nobody that owns that one would want to sell it. Drive slowly, dear. I'd like to take a good look at it. All right. Oh, there's a for sale sign.

Yeah? This house for sale, see Mr. Cecil Smith. Westfield, Virginia. Oh, that's interesting. Well, let's drive India into the ground. Oh, we can come back tomorrow. It's really starting to blow off. But it'll only take a minute. I've just got to have a close look.