The Death Parade

And now, to a nice presentation of radios outstanding theater of thrills, susfence. Tonight, we bring you a transcribed story of a woman who finds a letter warning of death and has only three hours to deliver it.

We call it the death parade. So now, starring Paula Winslow, here is tonight's susfence play, the Death Parade. I'll say, why does something about a parade? Yeah, you can say that again.

But your husband and I stay for it. Yeah, not a club, nice and building. Miss Johnson, try and talk about this, son. This girl fell or was pushed off a roof this morning and you say you were the only other person there at the time.

Well, I was, I told you. Oh, what do you mean push? You mean you think that I... I know you're upset, but will you just take it easy I'm nearly out of my mind. I don't see how you can expect me to tell you anything. First you, excuse me, and now you...

Oh, how can your policeman be so unfeeling? Oh, I was trying to do this. It's freezing in here. You know, right there. Oh, wait a minute. Listen, this coffee will make you feel better. You've told us you know something about this accident, something more than we already know.

Yes, yes I do, Lieutenant. I mean, it never would have happened, don't you see? Oh, I am so nervous. Oh, it's filled. That's all right. Well, that's how it started. You see, that's how it started this morning.

Just like that, the coffee, that poor girl wouldn't have died if the coffee hadn't spilled. That's just how it started. My name's Ellen Johnson. I work at the Farnsworth Chemical Plant. For 12 I've been there and never missed an hour of work. That is, until today, it was so unnecessary that horrible, rude little man, he was the one. I'm very precise about my daily habits,