46xxxx (011) The Creeper

Look in his eyes like a madman. He wants to kill me. Someone does. Like the other three flying on the floor in a pool of blood. Almost twelve o'clock. Any minute now there'll be a ring or a knock.

Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkest, our fears the strongest and our strength that it's lowest am. When the gravescape opened and the death, you You'll learn the answer in just a minute in...

The Creeper! Here at Mittnight! On this program we bring you the best and most blood-curdling stories ever written. And so now we bring you a tale which you may have heard before.

A tale which we consider a classic in terror and suspense. The Creeper! By Joseph Ruskall. In the kitchenette to the New York apartment, a man and his wife listen to the Evening News broadcast. New York!

Now what'd you turn it on? Oh, how awful. Oh, Simon. It's very neighborly.

Let's hear the rest. It's very interesting. Oh, you don't go turning that radio on against the grant. Heard enough. I'll go out of my mind for him and say. That's it. A good solid clue.

What is? For heaven's sake. How many men ever use that expression? Oh, shut up. Ok, Mrs. Grant, pass the biscuits, my little pigeon. Pass the biscuits, Ed. Ed. Ed. Ed. Three women and three days murdered in cold blood by a mad scene right here in Washington Heights.

I'm too sick to go out, too scared to stay in the locks broke. He sits there eating, eating, eating past the biscuit. There's nothing wrong with my appetite, my love. Of course. That's what costs you a job on the police force.