Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the world of your terrifying imagination.
Consider. At one time, the great cold -blooded
reptiles ruled supreme on the face of this earth,
but they sickened and died. And dominion was
seized by savage, ferocious, hot -blooded killers
with hideous fangs and terrible claws. Today,
the undisputed Lord and Master of the planet
is man. Yet, in the fullness of time, every victor
is finally vanquished. Will we, in our turn,
also be conquered? Who waits to make of us what
we have made? the animals sure Yes, mr. DeMobison.
Do you want to save the world I? Saved the world.
Did you see yes save the world save the people
save every human being on the face of the earth
Well, sir, if I could be sure look out look out
toward the harbor there at the pier You see that
ship Yes, sir. You and I, we have to blow it
up. But it is such a beautiful sheep. Beautiful
and deadly. Deadly enough all by itself to enslave
the entire human race. Our mystery drama, The
Horla, was especially adapted from a story by
Guy de Maupassant for the Mystery Theatre by
Sam Dann and stars Paul Hecht. His name was Guy
de Maupassant. He was probably the greatest writer
of short stories who ever lived. He died in the
year 1893. He died young. He died insane. And
if you read the stories he wrote toward the close
of his life, the critics tell us, you can see
how his madness slowly destroyed him. That's
how they look at it. He himself insisted he was
being possessed. His mind and all of his vital
forces were being drained from him by a mysterious,
supernatural, and superior being. He called it
the Horla. And the Horla is one of the last stories
he ever wrote. Is the Horla merely the raving
of a man going mad, or is it an inspired prophecy
of a fate that awaits us all? You decide. Yes.
Yes, what is it? I have been pressing the bell
signal, Doctor. It means you must pick up the
telephone. Oh, that confounded diabolical contraption.
Oh, please, Doctor Cartier. It's Monsieur de
Maupassant. De Maupassant? Who is he? The nervous
one. He was here the other day. Oh, that one.
The writer. Tell him tell him I'm busy with a
patient. I did but he insists on talking The
combination of the whole person and the telephone
just speak into it doctor Hello, this is dr.
Cartier doctor You must come to see me. You must
come here at once. Hey, please miss you calm
yourself Monsieur, be reasonable. I would like
to be. I'd give everything I own if I could be
reasonable. If I could only be reasonable, but...
It won't let me leave. What won't let you leave?
It, it! The whore -la. The what? Monsieur de
Moisson. Monsieur, speak up. What happened? You
may put on your shirt, Monsieur de Maupassant.
Ah, a lovely place you have here. Breathtaking
view of the harbor. What's wrong with me, Doctor?
Oh, nothing. Then why do I... You see, that's
a handsome ship out there, eh? That sparkling
white three -masted schooner. Something must
be wrong. Where's she from, I wonder? Oh, Brazil,
I think. Doctor, why won't you tell me what's
wrong with me? I told you, nothing. You have
a mild nervous upset. Your nerves are highly
strong. Your pulse is rapid. Your eyes dilated.
And what do you advise? A course of shower baths.
Cool shower baths. Two in the morning, two in
the afternoon, two in the evening. And send down
to the chemist for some bromide of potassium.
You haven't listened. I listened. I heard every
word. Now, you go to sleep. Yes. You slumber
deeply for two, three hours, correct? Yes, yes.
Then a nightmare lays hold of you, true? Yes,
exactly. You feel someone is in the room with
you, in the dark room. Someone is in the room.
Am I stating the facts? Exactly. This someone
or something is staring at you? Yes. I can't
see it, but I know it's there. I know it's staring
at me. And then it comes closer and closer to
me. I feel it touching me. A cold, terrifying
touch. And then I hear a sound, a low, vibrating
sound. It's nothing human, nothing animal, nothing
mechanical. And then I feel a weight as if something
kneels on my chest. A pressure, a terrible pressure.
My neck. My neck is being squeezed and squeezed
as something seems to be draining the breath
from my body. Not only the breath, but my strength.
Everything is being drawn from me. I want to
struggle, but I can't move. I want to shout for
help, but I can't utter a word. I try to fight,
to resist, but I'm paralyzed and powerless. And
then suddenly... I awake, bathed in perspiration,
trembling. And then, exhausted, I fall asleep
and slumber restlessly till morning. Yes. Yes,
I heard. Well, what have you to say about this
mysterious creature? He exists in your imagination.
Are you sure? Try the treatment, then call me
in a few days. No, doctor. No, you must give
me an answer for the Horla. The Horla? This creature,
this being, this whatever it is. Monsieur de
Maupassant, I understand you're a writer. Is
that so? Now then, do I tell you how to write
stories? Do I? No. Then don't tell me how to
practice medicine. Fish fresh fish fresh marlette
micro bar flounder Fresh and sweet as a faithful
wife. Good morning. Madam Bosa. Oh, it's you.
Mr. Demo person. I Hear you have been ill. It's
because you have not been eating enough fish
I instructed my cook to buy some for dinner.
Oh, yes. She has been here You promised to put
me in a story. Well, perhaps I will. Tell me,
mademoiselle, have any interesting new ships
come in? Now, that is a good question. Yes, it
is. And I would say it's not what comes in that's
interesting. It's what's not going out. If you
get my drift, Monsieur. No, I'm afraid I don't
understand. The Brazilian. The Brazilian? The
white three -master schooner at the end of the
pier. You see? Oh, yes. Well, what about her?
Monsieur, she has been tied up here for three
weeks. So? She hasn't unloaded a stick of cargo.
Perhaps she's put in for repairs. She has not
replaced so much as a rope. Supplies? Food? Water?
Listen, Monsieur de Maupassant. No one is allowed
to go aboard her. Her crew has not been given
so much as 10 minutes of liberty. Strange, no?
Every few days, her captain comes down to the
dock to buy fresh fish, meat, some fruits. And
that's all we ever see of them. What does the
captain say? Not a word. He's a huge, surly ape
of a fellow. He points to what he wants and pays.
Comes in without the hello and and leaves without
a goodbye. Well, we seem to have a mystery What
is the name of the ship the whole lot the what
the whole lot? The whole lot but but that's that's
what is it miss you the whole lot I Thought yes,
I thought I had just made it up. Hey, miss you
What are you saying? Are you sure? Are you positive
that that's the name? The Horla? Well, walk down
the pier. You'll see it. It's printed on the
bow. Yes, yes. I think I will. Well, good day,
Madame Bossa. Good day, Monsieur. The Horla.
It's incredible. Ahoy! Ahoy there aboard the
Horla! Ahoy there! Anyone there? What do you
want? Ah, you have a beautiful ship there, sailor.
Listen, mister. Move on. All the other ships
allow visitors. Captain's orders. None of your
business. Couldn't I ask you something, sailor?
No. Your name, the Horla. What does it mean?
It doesn't mean anything. How did you come to
choose it? Go on, move. You've got no business
here. This is a public pier. I have as much right
to be here as you do. Perhaps more. Listen, mister,
please, for your own good, get out of here. Leave
as fast as you can. Go away. Go away as far as
you can before... Before what? Before the...
Please, I didn't say anything to him. Who are
you talking to? No, no, no, please. Don't do
that to me. Sayler, what is it? What is it? Sayler!
Monsieur de Maupassant. Monsieur. What is it?
Are you all right? No, I'm not all right. I thought
as much. I saw you from my shop. You've just
been standing here. Standing still without moving
a muscle for... Oh, monsieur, it must be every
bit of three hours. The ship. The ship. What
about the ship? My head, I feel so weak. Oh,
take my arm, monsieur. The ship. No, I must go
aboard that ship. Do you hear that? What, Monsieur?
That sound, that sound. It comes from the ship.
I am sorry, but I hear nothing. Nothing? I hear
seagulls, waves. And now, come, Monsieur, it's
thunder, it's storm. I must go aboard that ship.
But they won't let you. The ship. Come, come
quickly, Monsieur. You'll catch your death. The
ship. How indeed. And as long as we're asking
questions, here's a couple to keep the cauldron
boiling. Who? Or should we say, what is aboard
the Horla? Or perhaps the most strategic question
of all, what does the name Horla mean? I'll be
back shortly with Act Two. Guy de Maupassant
is writing a story about a mysterious force which
he calls the Horla, a force that drains the life
and strength from his hero. Now, he discovers
that a mysterious ship that lies in the harbor
is also called the Horla. Hello? I must see Dr.
Cartier. I must see him at once. But he is not
here. How do I know that? Monsieur. Excuse me.
I'm in my room, my bedroom, and at any moment
I fall asleep. I'm so tired. Well, sleep, monsieur,
by all means. Sleep would be the best thing for
you. No, not this kind of sleep. The horla will
come to me again tonight. I know it. I know it.
Tell him I need him urgently. Yes. Yes Who's
there who who is that? Oh It's you Jean -Baptiste
and who else might it be please please come in
My hair ladies finished in the kitchen and I'm
finished too with the paint job Just in time,
just before that. Oh, you didn't have to hurry.
Well, get it over with. That's my motto. You
thought your house was white before. You should
see it now. Please, Jean, sit down. Yes, monsieur.
Jean, I have a job for you. Doing what? Doing
just what you're doing now. But I am not doing
anything. Oh, yes. Yes, you are. You're sitting
there. That's the job? That's the job. And I'm
just supposed to sit here? Well, you could talk
to me. About what? About anything that comes
into your head. You may also have to serve as
my bodyguard. Bodyguard? Someone may try to break
in while I'm asleep. I'm your man. I served the
H in the Chasseurs, the Chasseurs d 'Afrique,
the terrorist outfit in the army. Oh, is that
so? Well... Tell me about it. Well, we were the
only ones who could hold the ground at Sedan.
And are you really interested? Oh, yes. Yes,
please. Tell me. Tell me everything. Tell me
the story of your life. And so we advanced against
the Prussian left flank and we... We Show go
on John don't stop Talk to me If you fall asleep,
I'll fall asleep Sure, please talk to me. Don't
let me sleep. Oh I'm so tired, but don't let
me sleep. Don't let me Catch it! Catch it! Hold
it! Hold it! What is it? Kill it! Kill it! Wake
up! Get it off me! Kill it! Kill it! Kill what,
Monsieur? The horror! The horror! Wake up, Monsieur!
Please, wake up! I am awake! Can't you see? Can't
you see I'm... The rest, Monsieur. Relax. Where
is it? Where did it go? There is nothing here.
Somebody was in the... There was no one in here,
except you and me. It was here. It was... Impossible,
Monsieur. It's impossible. You didn't hear it?
That terrible sound? Monsieur de Montessant,
I heard nothing. I saw nothing. There was nothing.
Oh, no. No, you're wrong. It was here. The window,
as you can see, is still locked from the inside.
The door still barred. From the inside, nothing
human could have gotten in or out. Who says it's
human? Are you saying that something... Less
than human may be coming in and out of here at
night. It may be more than human. In that case,
monsieur, I resign from the job. No, no, no.
I'll raise the pay. You cannot raise it high
enough. There isn't that much money in the whole
of the world. Dr. Cotchey. I thought you'd never
get here. Nothing works. Shower baths, the bromides.
You insist you still have this visitor? I know
I do. He was here last night. He overpowers you?
Yes. He makes this awful sound? Yes. He drains
all your strength? Yes, exactly as I told you.
Your handyman Jean -Baptiste stopped my carriage
as I drove up. He spent the night in this room
with you, I understand. Yes, that's right. While
this... this... Hoyla. This Hoyla attacked you.
He heard nothing. He saw nothing. Well? Well
what? Come, monsieur. Admit this is all a nightmare.
But it was so real. It's always so real. There
was a witness. Is Jean Baptiste reliable? Is
he sane? I would say so, yes. Would he have any
reason to lie? To embarrass you? No. Then why
do you insist on maintaining this ridiculous
fiction of a Horla? Doctor, that name, that name,
Horla, I thought I had made it up. that it was
a creation of my own imagination. But it happens
to be the name of that ship. What ship? You know,
the one you asked me about last week, the white
three -masted Brazilian schooner. I mean, where
would I get that name? Why would that name pop
into my head? That Brazilian ship is called Orla?
Prove it to yourself. Pick up that telescope.
See her out there at the pier. You can read her
name. Ah, then that explains it. You had picked
up your telescope one day to view the harbor
Without being aware of it. You might have read
the name on her bow. I have never seen that name
before in my life someone somehow Placed it into
my imagination. Monsieur de Maupassant sit down
at once Now I have coddled you long enough. You
are one of the great writers of France But you
have reduced yourself to a terrified, trembling
wretch. This will not do. I admit that I am terrified.
That's what I've been trying to tell you. Yes,
yes, you terrified. You have been terrified by
the critics. That's a lie. I don't care for the
opinions of those... You are human. You care.
I read what they write. You've lost your touch.
Your best work is behind you. I am as good as
I ever was. Better. Sometimes genius becomes
too heavy a burden to bear, and so you construct
this fable in order to have an excuse not to
work anymore, not to be judged anymore. That's
not true. But the fact is you're not writing.
I am writing. What are you writing? I'm writing
a story. A story called The Horror. That's not
a story. It's an account of your nightmare. I
just don't know what else to do, doctor. I do.
Sit down at that writing desk. Pick up your pen.
Create another Bellamy. Another Pierre and Jean.
Another ball of fat. Doctor, it's not that simple.
Make it simple. Remember, you're more than a
great writer. You're a great French writer. May
I come in, monsieur? Oh, Jean -Baptiste, yes,
of course. I see your honor is working. That's
good. It's good. Yes, I feel wonderful this afternoon.
The old lady wants to know if you'd like to come
down for tea. Oh, no, I'm in the middle of things
here. I'll work through till supper. Well, I
didn't mean to interrupt. I just brought you
the paper from Paris. Thank you. Well, I'll see
you later. I've got to put in the chrysanthemums.
The old lady... Jean. Jean, listen. What is it,
monsieur? You tell me. I can't tell you nothing.
You don't hear anything? What? What am I supposed
to hear? Just listen, John, listen! You're having
that problem. The one you had last night. Yes,
I... I'm afraid so. Well, you'd better see the
doctor. I've just seen the doctor. Sean, please.
Please, would you mind sitting here with me?
I don't mind as long as it's the daytime. I just
can't work anymore. I don't think I'll be able
to concentrate. Well, why don't you take a little
nap? No, no, I don't want to sleep. Jean! Jean!
I must have... Quickly, take this telescope,
go to the window. What for? Down at the pier.
At the end of the pier, the Three -Mastered Schooner.
Do you see her? Yes, I see. Don't you see anyone
standing on her deck? No. It's empty. All right,
now keep looking. Why? Cover the gangplank. Have
you got it in focus? Yes, Monsieur. Now, if you
see anyone, anyone at all leaving that ship,
follow him through the telescope and see where
he goes and let me know. You understand? I think
so, but why? I don't think you would really want
me to tell you. Now, just watch. And watch carefully.
Wait, monsieur. Where are you going? I'm going
to see Dr. Cartier. But how will I be able to
tell you if anybody... Just call me on the telephone.
The telephone? There's nothing to it. You just
pick up the receiver, turn the handle, and ask
the operator for Dr. Cartier. You simply can't
barge into my surgery. I can if it's an emergency.
I thought we had settled your problem this morning.
Look, there is an article in the Paris newspaper,
and I want to read it to you. I refuse to listen
to anything that's in a Parisian paper. They're
all filthy rags. Come on, just listen to this
article. I listen to nothing from Paris. It's
a sewer of anarchy and atheism. This won't take
a minute. Perhaps if you spent less time reading
Parisian papers... Doctor, this time you sit
down and listen. The date is August the 19th.
A curious piece of news comes to us from Rio
de Janeiro. That's in Brazil. Yeah, I knew that's
in Brazil. Madness. An epidemic of madness. like
that contagious madness which attacked Europe
in the Middle Ages is now raging in the province
of San Paulo. The terrified inhabitants are leaving
their houses. They say they're being pursued
and possessed. Now, these are not my words, Doctor.
I quote from this article. Typical Parisian exaggeration.
They only copied the story that arrived on the
wire from Brazil. The people are quoted as saying
that they are pursued and possessed, dominated
as if they were human cattle by invisible though
tangible beings. like so many vampires which
feed on their life while they're asleep. Now,
what do you say, Doctor? South Americans are
basically Spaniards. A highly romantic, unstable
people. To continue, if I may, Professor Don
Pedro Enriquez and several other medical experts
have gone into the province to study this madness.
Brazil. Doctor, Brazil. The ship that you noticed
in the harbor. She comes from Brazil. What of
it? I say she brings this madness here with her.
She has been tied up here the better part of
a month. No one leaves her. No one visits her.
She makes no repairs. She takes on no cargo.
Now stop fighting me. Think with me. Why is she
here? What do you expect me to say? She is here
to spread that madness, to capture our souls.
Very well. I'll stop fighting you. I'll start
to think with you. Assume she is here on the
errand you mentioned. Yes. Then why is there
no panic in the town as there was in Brazil?
Perhaps the conditions aren't the same here.
So far, again for the sake of argument, only
you have been attacked. Why? Why you? Perhaps,
Miss Hoyler, perhaps it's selective. Perhaps
only I have what it wants. Yes, that could be
possible. Of course, it could be completely irrational.
When I saw that ship sailing up the Seine, I
thought... I thought she looked so pretty. So
white. And this being, this... this Horla...
It also saw me, and it saw my house, which was
also a brilliant, sparkling, dazzling white,
just like the color of its own ship. For that
reason, it decided to take me... Monsieur de
Maupassant, I recommend a journey for your health.
No, thank you, Doctor. I am going to play this
out. Listen, now listen to me. Does it matter
if you're attacked by an outside force or by
a weakness in your own body? The result is the
same madness now try a change of scene of climate
The telephone for you, oh, thank you Yes Yes,
Jean. Yes, of course it is. What is it? Never
mind that. What do you have to report? Where
did he go? Well, meet me there. I may need your
help. And bring a weapon. Well, will the man
of letters become the man of action? And how
ironic it is that the epic struggle for the mind
and the soul of not just one man, but perhaps
all men, may take place in the small crowded
stall of a provincial fishmonger. I shall return
shortly with Act 3. A beautiful white sailing
ship is docked in the harbor near the mouth of
the Seine River, and a famous French writer claims
she carries aboard her a mysterious force that
intends to destroy the world. Only he can't be
sure, and neither can we. Is this just a story
he is writing, or a nightmare he is living? What?
fancied or real, a confrontation with the ship's
captain awaits us. Jean, here, here I am. Yes,
Monsieur. Are you armed? Yes, I have my old service
revolver loaded and ready. Well, keep it out
of sight. Your man is inside the store buying
fish from Le Bonsaint. All right, come along,
follow me. Yes, Monsieur. And you'll have some
mollet, very good. Oh, good afternoon, Monsieur
de Maupassant. I'll be with you as soon as I'm
through with this customer. You're not too sure?
Look, he doesn't speak. He points to the fish
he wants and holds up his fingers for how many
he'll take. Very well. That'll be 27 francs,
monsieur. René will bring it out to your ship.
Bon appétit. One moment. Captain, I'd like a
word with you. Stand aside. My name is Guy de
Maupassant. Stand aside. I would like to talk
to you about your ship. I said stand aside. Not
until we learn what's happening here. Stand aside.
Help me. Help me with this fellow. Help me. My
head. My head. What's the matter, Monsieur? René,
get Monsieur de Maupassant a glass of wine. Sure.
Shum, why didn't you help me? Help you to do
what, Monsieur? To detain that man, to hold him
here. But you didn't say anything. I kept waiting.
I called on you for help. When? Just now. Madame
Borson, didn't you hear me? I didn't hear anything.
But you saw me struggle with him. No, Monsieur.
I asked him to stop. I said I wanted to have
a word with him, and then he pushed me away.
I tried to hold him. I called on you for help.
Oh, no, no. No. All right. All right, according
to you. Just what happened here? He finished
buying whatever it was. He paid Madame Bonsin.
She gave him his change and he walked out. Madame,
is that true? Yes, yes. I was waiting for you
to stop him. But as long as you didn't, I fear...
Well, it's your concern. Yes, Jean -Baptiste.
It is my concern. All mine. Good evening, de
Maupassant. I didn't send for you, Doctor. No,
you didn't. But I received a visit from your
handyman and the Bonsa women. They fear for your
sanity. I can't fault them in that regard. I
fear for it too. I want to help you. What can
you do? I tell you the problem and you dismiss
it as an aberration. Give it up. Give me up,
Doctor. I can't. Surely you've lost a patient
or two in your career doctor. Well, then this
should be no novelty Why do you persist? Are
you that fond of me? No Actually, I dislike you
heartily your ideas your politics But I am first
a Frenchman and a patriot Your writing brings
honor to our country. You are one of our national
resources I must save you. How far would you
be willing to go? I still don't know the problem.
I told you the problem. I read you the dispatch
from the Paris newspaper. Very well. This force,
this thing, this horla, why does it attack? Why?
Perhaps... The reign of man on this earth is
over. What kind of nonsense is that? You'll get
nowhere if you keep saying nonsense to me every
time I open my mouth. Man did not always rule
this planet. He didn't? No. We are but one of
a series of rulers according to evolution. Evolution?
What do you say? Do you quarrel with Darwin?
Why, is it too much to suppose that we, in our
turn, are being supplanted? By whom? It doesn't
have to be a whom. It could also be a what? What
kind of a what? A horla. And we are back where
we started. Yes. A horla. I would accept a vampire,
a physical, tangible, visible creature, but your
horla cannot be seen. That's true. Then how can
he do damage? He can seize control of the brain.
Never. The brain is inside the skull. It is safe.
It cannot be tampered with. The Horla has always
tampered with it. Primitive man feared him. This
unknown, unseen horror. The priests, magicians
through the centuries have tried in vain to exorcise
him. Yet he has stolen into our minds, captured
our thoughts. Mesmer. Mesmer, he understood this
power. He could even demonstrate it. And Mesmer
was a Frenchman. I regret to say he was also
a charlatan. The mind. That part of it we don't
know. That dynamic, unconscious portion. The
part discovered by Freud. Who? Freud. Sigmund
Freud of Vienna. Oh, an Austrian. A brilliant
psychologist. Freud. Mesmer others they show
us glimpses of this awful mental power some call
it magnetism Suggestion hypnotism, but only the
Horla fully understands it and he will use it
to conquer but why why did we conquer because
our time had come and I hear him He keeps telling
me he has come my boy Let us put you into a The
hospital. For your own good. He'll follow me
there. What do you suggest? Eventually, he will
make of us what we have made of the horse, the
ox. His beast of burden, and his food, just by
the strength of his will. You need a complete
rest, a change of scene. But you know... Sometimes
an animal turns on its master. Sometimes the
slave rebels and kills the oppressor. And I know
just the place. Get away from the sea. Breathe
some good, crisp mountain air. And so I'll kill
this horla. I'll have your servants pack some
clothes. And if I kill him, perhaps all of us
will be safe for a while. Jean -Baptiste here.
Allo, this is Dr. Cartier. I called to make sure
Monsieur de Vaupassant is all right. Oh, he's
all right, feeling fine. Ah, is he back for the
journey? Yes, we're all set here. You say he's
feeling fine. Is he sleeping soundly? No, he's
not sleeping at all. He felt so good, he went
out for a walk. You let him go out? Well, he
said he felt so good. Where did he go? I guess
he went to the harbor. We have to bring him...
Fish to the captain. All right. Go all the way
out. What is it? What are you doing here? What
are you doing here, Captain? What is your ship
doing in this harbor? I'll have you thrown overboard.
I'll keep coming back. Why are you here? Why?
You know. You know why. Tell me. You know everything
there is to tell. The ship is captured. It belongs
to... To? To the Horla. Yes. It captured us in
the harbor back in Rio. It owns us. It owns every
man on board. What is it doing here? Looking
for captives. Looking for you. Why me? I don't
know. It chooses its victims according to...
I don't know the reasons. Some are obvious. Us
we have a ship it wanted a ship But you others
I don't know. I don't know why it wants you the
whaler Where is it now? Here in this cabin with
us here now. Yes What's it doing sometimes like
now it sleeps other times You better leave leave
now while you can no captain. Let's fight it.
You cannot find it. Let's kill it We can't kill
it and then we'll all be free. But how can we
kill it? It's in here. It's asleep in here. Yes
lock the door Lock the door and destroy the ship
destroy the sheep burn it. I can't burn it. It's
my she not anymore It belongs to the Horla you
belong to the Horla. I belong to the Horla. Let's
be free I cannot let you do it. I'm afraid. Let
go! No! Let go of me! Let go! The floor! You
knocked over the lamp. The floor is acquired!
Let's get out of here! We'll be burned to death!
Yes. This is such a pleasant, restful ride. We
will be at the sanitarium in time for dinner.
You won't regret it. You had a narrow escape
last night. Yes. Yes, I know. Why did you go
aboard that ship? Why? Yes. Why? I told you.
To strike a blow for freedom, to overthrow the
slave master, to kill the oppressor. And did
you? Did I what? Did you kill the Horlain? Did
you prevail? For just a moment, I thought I did.
But no, how can man prevail? against the Horla.
They say de Maupassant lost his mind. They also
say, those whom the gods would destroy, they
first make mad. Are there new gods? As we are
absolute monarchs over the willing horse, the
faithful dog. Will someone soon force us to you?
spirit soul and body to him I'll be back shortly
We look down from the top of the evolutionary
tree And we consider ourselves the highest, the
noblest, and the best. But there can be someone
ready to take over, someone more perfect. Maybe
the only way we can survive is to beat this thing
at its own game, improve ourselves, shape up,
and also show up regularly for the next adventure
in the macabre. Our cast included Paul Hecht,
Bryna Rayburn, Robert Dryden, and Dan Ockel.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our Mystery Theatre for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.