Masks of Ashor

Recorded July 22nd, 19th. WVPR in Windsor, Vermont. And now, the Hall of Fantasy, dedicated to the supernatural, the unusual, and the unknown.

Come with me, my, we go to the residence for business, down to the depth with a veil of time to sit, and the supernatural reigns as king. Come with me, and this is the tale of...

What's wrong? Well, I must be going insane. Why? I was asleep. Suddenly, I woke up. A voice seemed to be calling to me. I started downstairs, always listening to that strange, unearthly voice. When I got down here, I walked into the living room and stood by the fireplace, looking at the mass of a shower.

And bird, bird, I saw pelvis in his head, looking down at me. In just a moment, the Hall of Fantasy will present the Masks of Asiaor, and now for our story, an original tale of fantasy by Richard Thorne entitled, The Masks of Asiaor.

There are certain things in this life of ours which can never be explained, at least with any normal rational explanation. Often we try to shrug them off to forget about them, so that the question will not rise in our minds to trouble our waking hours end to create nightmares and asleep. But there are some things which you'll never be forgotten.

And among them are the masks of Asior. Marsh's uncle sent them to us. Harold Letterby was a man of wealth and unusual taste. He traveled a good deal and frequently he'd sent back little curiosities that he thought we might enjoy. So we thought there was nothing unusual about about the masks of a shore.