5 Hunting Party (aka Holiday House) (AFRS)

each moment, waking or sleeping with an ever-building distorted desire that mounts into an all-encompassing obsession. And so this is our story, starring John Loder, and a skein of swirling mist was leaving a silken web in the forest.

A hunting party consisting of two men and a woman was returning homeward from a day of hunting A hunting party that had set out that morning with the express desire to Legally kill a desire that oft times becomes an Accession come on boy We went ahead to see if we can locate that path that leads out of here

No, I do think we'll have a bag, anything. Of course, we just had a run of bad luck. Why, last winter, I... Hold on. There ahead. Did you see those branches move? Is your gun loaded, Christine?

It's that shot we've been waiting for. Go ahead, you take first crack. I don't see it. The bush. That bush to the left of a big tree. Hurry up. Shut, I think you've got it.

Come on! Oh, God! Wait, wait for me, Lord! Come on, Christine. Here we are, we... I'm sorry, we're not interviewing reporters. This has all been a terrible shock to Mrs. Holiday, and she's unable to see anyone.

Wait a minute, I'm not a reporter. No? No, I'm answering the ad in the newspaper. And regarding your selling the house. Oh, well, come in. Thank you. We've been slumped with sloopers and reporters all week long. It's been rather difficult.

I'm Dr. Foster. Mrs. Holiday's physician. I don't know you, Dr. Foster. I'm Norman Marshall. Not Norman Marshall, the writer. I'm afraid so. Well, this is a pleasure, Mr. Marshall. I'm one of your most devoted readers.