Black Figurine of Death

And now, the Hall of Fantasy, dedicated to the Supernatural, the Unusual, and the Unknow. Come with me, my friend. We go to the end of the world of the unknown and for business, with a veil of time and the supernatural range of the king.

Come with me and listen to the tale of the black figurine of death. Thank you David. Yes, I heard a shot. He said it was me. I thought it was one of you. We saw you came out late tonight.

I found him out in the mausoleum about an hour ago. He'd be sure to try the door. It's open. Oh, he's on the floor. This baby. Yes. He's dead. In just a moment, the Hall of Fantasy will present the Black Figurine of Death, and now for our story.

stories, an original tale of fantasy by Richard Thorne entitled The Black Figuring of Death. For all the years of man's existence, no matter what he has learned or been taught from generation to generation, still he carries in the innermost depth of his mind a certain fear of the darkness. A fear of the night, which is somehow associated with death, and

which in actuality is the fear of death itself. Each of us in his lifetime will probably come in contact with some psychic phenomenon either directly or indirectly through the experience of a relative or acquaintance an experience never to be forgotten and about such an experience is my story tonight I was there with the

others the night he died we stood at the foot of the bed Joyce and Harold and I Amos Jamson had this cushion done a pillow and in his hand he held a little figurine sent for us my Glamis of course I did otherwise you wouldn't be You're here in my room, Harold.