Death Has 1000 Faces

You'll join me on another journey into the realm of the strange and the terrifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip and it will thrill you a little and chill you a little. So settle back, get a good grip on your nerves and be comfortable.

If you can, as you hear the story I call, death has a thousand faces. A story begins at police headquarters in an Eastern metropolis. In a small, shabbily furnished office, Horace Riker, a patrol officer for the State Prison Commission, is seated at his desk, which is completely covered with gift packages.

As Horace, a small, mild-mannered man in his late forties, starts to open some of the gifts. There's a knock at his door. Come in. Oh, hello, Captain. Hello, Horace. Well, I've been under the boys for gotcha.

Twenty-five years with the State Prison Commission. That's a long time. Yes, I never knew I had so many friends. Why, look at all these gifts. They must be at least twice. Oh, well, here's another one, Horace.

This is for me and the other boys in the homicide squad. Oh, I don't know how to thank you and the others, Captain. You've all been so kind. Ah, nonsense, Horace. You know how we all feel about you?

I'm really a very lucky man, Captain. I have a job I like, fine friend, and a wonderful wife. And so you and Millie are hitting it off, okay, eh? Of course. I told you it would work out all right.

work out all right even if I am twenty years older than Millie well I'm glad to hear I was wrong here let me help you open your gifts thanks Captain looks as though I have these gifts of boxes of cigars I'm afraid you'll have to take up smoking artists yes you're right well this one doesn't seem to be cigars sounds