Devilstone

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in of suspense. In a moment, Act 1 of Devil's Stone, starring Christopher Carrey and Neil Fitzgerald, and written especially for suspense by Jonathan Bundy. This portion of suspense is brought to you by the makers of Parliament cigarettes.

Listen, more and more people are smoking to this tune every day. The Parliament gives you extra margin, margin, margin, the Bill to Sweetie, and they do stay Unmee to clean up quarter-inch away. The name is Martin, but Timothy Martin.

I live here in Dublin, and very nicely too, thanks to our considerable inheritance, and sale of the family estate in County Kilkenny, which bought a very good price. I have a comfortable cottage, a faithful man-servant by the name of Evets, and everything else I need to live an easy, contented life.

and without the need of applying myself to any sort of labour. Even my financial matters are no bother to me, handled by a penny-pinchin old solicitor by the name of Ian Carney. And mine was a contented life, until that is.

Until a long forgotten uncle died and left me some property he'd own, but never lived on, up in County Fomena near Inner Skilam, a place known as Devilstone. And then, but let me digress for a moment.

I should say that we seem to digress for a moment and remember this, please. For it may have much to do with a strange, terrifying tale I'm about to tell you. Deep Anderson-Mikens Church, here in Dublin, is a crypt.

It possesses most amazing properties. In it, lies scores of bodies in a state of perfect preservation. Albeit they are hundreds of years old, but they're all ones used to say it's due to some wondrous form of black magic.