Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. How nice to see
you again. It's good to know that you've become
a regular visitor. And since you're such a good
customer, it's only fair to warn you that the
story you're about to hear may be a little bit
more disturbing than most. If the sounds of a
woman screaming in utter terror unnerve you,
then perhaps you may not want to listen to a
tale called Where Fear Begins. It's a story about
exactly that, fear. But perhaps the best way
to find out is to hear what happens to Amanda
Shepard on a dark night when moonlight streams
through her window, but not just moonlight. Oh,
good Lord! Something flew in here! It's right
in my room! drama, Where Fear Begins, was written
especially for the Mystery Theatre by Henry Schlesser
and stars Kim Hunter. I'll be back shortly with
Act One. The night is still and peaceful in the
small town known as Manassas Valley. Most nights
are peaceful here. And one person who enjoys
that stillness is Miss Amanda Sheppard. The big
city is only 50 miles away. But for Amanda, it
might as well be 50 ,000. But there are many
ways to shorten distances. And tonight, something
is going to happen that will destroy the peace
and stillness of Amanda Sheppard's life. Yes,
who's this? It's Vera! Vera? Oh, for heaven's
sake, what's the matter with you? Don't you know
what time it is? Amanda, I need help! You better
help me! What are you talking about? Where are
you? tomorrow. Come to think of it, it's even
worse than that. I have a faculty meeting. Amanda,
don't you, don't you, don't you understand? I
need you. Don't make me explain. Just come. All
right. Look, I can't promise when I'll be there
exactly. Where are you staying? Vera? Vera, what's
the address? Did you hear me? What can I get
you? Nothing, thanks. I was looking for the manager.
Sorry, it's creditors. Well, maybe you can help
me. Have you worked here long? Truth is, I don't
work here now. I'm what you might call a guest
bartender. Oh, I see. Tell me anyway. I'm trying
to find someone. I know she no longer works here.
She told me she quit her job about two months
ago, but it's the last bit of information I have
about her. Who is her exactly? Her name is Vera
Shepherd. Do you know her by any chance? Nope,
I can't say I do. Well, she called me last night
and sounded as if she was in trouble. I was tempted
to call the police, but knowing Vera could just
be some of her melodramatics. Well, thank you
anyway. It's okay. Hey, wait a minute. Yes? This
Vera Shepard, is she blonde and pretty about
your height? Yes. As a girl, I met in an encounter
group last month. Her last name was Shepherd,
but her first name was Roxanne. Roxanne? Well,
that could be her. She always hated the name
Vera. She was always threatening to change it.
Have you any idea where she might be living?
Sure. She lives with me. What? In the same rooming
house, upstairs. An indescribable squalor, I
might add. What's a nice lady like you doing
with a friend like Roxy? She's my sister. Ouch.
Well, excuse me. I think I'll go see if I can
pry my foot out of my mouth. Wait a minute. Where's
this squalid, roomy house of yours? Number 9,
Hudson Street, near the river. Do you see a bum
sleeping in the doorway? That's the place. Hey,
you weren't thinking of going there now. Of course.
That's not a good idea. You can't go into a neighborhood
like that, looking the way you do. What's wrong
with the way I look? Wait a bit. My friend Tony
will be back here in five minutes to take over
the bar. I'll go with you. I'm sure I can find
it alone. Some pretty bad customers around there.
They don't look any better here. You can trust
me. Underneath this dirty shirt beats a heart
of pure soap. All right. Be careful of those
stairs. They're in bad shape. How can people
live in a place like this? Nobody lives here.
We exist on another plane. Our bodies may wallow
in filth, but our souls live in penthouses. Is
that what you learned in your encounter group?
Well, here's your door. The grand portal of the
Princess Roxanne. She has a radio on. Well, that
isn't all she has on. Princess is a little hard
of hearing. She must be home. Let me try. Vera?
Vera, are you in there? Might be asleep or stoned.
Maybe she just went out and left the radio on.
Look, I'm terribly worried about her. She really
sounded dreadful. She said she was frightened
about something. I don't always break the door,
Ed. It's pretty flimsy. Do you think we should?
Just say the word. All right. Please. That's
the word. By the way, what did you say your name
was? Amanda Shepard. My name is Kurt Davies.
Pleased to meet you. That was easy. Come on in.
What an awful place. I told you, indescribable
squalor. The bedroom must be in here. Vera? That's
me. It's Amanda. Vera! Oh, my God! Is she sick?
Look at her! Look at her eyes! Easy, easy. I
don't think she's breathing. She's still... My
sister is dead. I'm a shepherd. If you think
you can talk about it now, let's get a few of
the facts straight. There's only one thing you
have to get straight, Lieutenant Duryea. Somebody
did this to my sister. Yeah, you told me. How
long were you two separated? A little over a
year. She left Manasseh Valley about 14 months
ago. What for? Just to come to the big city?
I suppose that was her reason. Any other reason
you know about? Was there a man, for instance?
There was a man, all right, but not what you're
thinking. Vera had a fight with our father. Your
father lived in Manasseh Valley? Yes. My sister
and I never got along very well with him. Uh,
the both of you? Yes, both of us. But then Vera
had this fight with him and she packed her bags
and left. She had some idea of becoming an actress
or a singer or something like that. Did she?
No. I don't know what she became here. And when
she called you last night, what did she say exactly?
She just said she was scared. Scared out of her
wits. And I heard this terrible scream. Lieutenant,
there's only one explanation. Somebody was after
her. Somebody was in her apartment last night
and killed her. I'm sorry, Miss Shepherd, but
this is no murder case. But you saw her eyes.
You saw the way she looked as if she'd been frightened
to death. There's just no such thing, Miss Shepherd.
At least not on the law books. Your sister suffered
a cardiac arrest that's a heart attack. I can't
believe that. That look on her face. It was just
a... Death agony, that's all you saw. Somebody
was after her, some man probably. I'm sure of
it. Maybe she was scared because she was sick.
There was nothing wrong with her health. Look,
the medical examiner knows his business, Miss.
Of course, if you want to insist on an autopsy,
that's your privilege. An autopsy? That means
cutting her open. That's what it means. And if
it proved you were wrong? that he didn't die
of natural causes. Oh, we'd be the first to admit
it. All right, then. I want an autopsy. But I'm
sure that something horrible happened to Vera.
Okay, whatever you say, Miss Shepard. I'll be
in touch with you. Oh, uh, where are you going
to be staying? I'll be staying right here. I
just don't see how you can live in that place.
Rent's been paid until the end of the month.
There's no reason I should stay anywhere else.
I thought you had a job in Manassah Falls. Manassah
Valley. I do have a job. I teach school. I've
already asked for a leave of absence. I'm not
leaving here until the police do something about
this. You may have a long wait. It doesn't matter
how long. I know something happened to my sister
and nobody seems to care. Listen, I'll be taking
care of the bar for another couple of hours.
Why don't I meet you later for a drink or something?
No, I have to get home. I have to call my father
and I have to get some sleep. I'm so dreadfully
tired. Okay, but if you need a friend, remember,
I live one floor away. Yes, I'll remember. Dad,
there was no way I could make the funeral arrangements
yet. Why not? Because the police are performing
an autopsy on Vera's body to determine the exact
cause of death. What? I thought you told me she
had a heart attack. Yes, I still thought it'd
be wise to learn more about it. Dad, she was
only 26 years old. Yeah, but she wasn't a well
girl, Amanda. You know that. She had rheumatic
fever when she was... Oh, it seemed perfectly
well to me. But, Dad, I'm just not satisfied
about this. That's all there is to it. That's
why I'm not coming home until I find out more.
You're a stubborn woman, Amanda. You're just
as stubborn as your mother was. All right, Dad.
I'll try to speak to you again tomorrow. What's
the hurry? You haven't talked three minutes worth
yet. I'm exhausted. I've got to get some sleep.
Goodbye, Dad. How can I sleep? How can I? You
know, I'm just gonna lie awake all night, just
thinking about Vera. Oh, Lord, why did I decide
to stay in this horrible place? I have to clean
it up tomorrow. It's filthy. At least that'll
give me something to do. Oh, if only I could
sleep. I wonder if there is anything in the medicine
cabinet. Won't hurt to look. What a mess of bottles.
Half of them are empty. What's this one? Aspirin.
Where am I? This one's marked. For sleep. Thank
God. It's the only way I'll get to close my eyes
tonight. What is it? It sounds like someone at
the door. At the door. One minute. All right.
All right. I'm coming. Just find my slippers.
visitor. Of course, there are neighborhoods in
every large city that have their share of gorillas,
but they're customarily of the human variety.
How did this specimen get to Amanda Shepard's
apartment? I'd be glad to tell you, but that
would be spoiling the surprises that follow when
I return shortly with Act Two. Here's the second
act of where fear begins. Well, it appears that
no harm has come to our friend Amanda Shepard,
unless you call a good case of hysteria harm.
But now there's another visitor to the apartment,
Kurt Davies, who quickly raced up the stairs
when he heard her cries for help. I saw it. I
saw it. So help me. I saw a gorilla. An ape.
I don't know what you call it. Sure you saw it,
Amanda, but in a dream. The difference between
a dream and reality, it was a real gorilla. It
broke the door open. No, no, honey. I'm the one
who busted into the door, remember? And first
thing tomorrow, you've got to get a lock on it.
Kirk, please listen to me. This was real. I know
it was. This animal tried to get in here and
kill me. When I started to scream, it went away.
Amanda, I didn't see any gorilla coming out of
this place. I mean, wouldn't I have seen it too?
Maybe it's hiding somewhere in the building.
Maybe it has a hiding place. This is really crazy.
Look, maybe that's what Vera saw. Maybe that's
what she was horribly frightened about. Amanda,
have you ever searched this apartment? Searched
it? What for? Well, maybe you'd find something,
letters, a diary maybe. Oh, Vera never kept a
diary. It's worth the try, isn't it? Come on,
let's look right now. I'll help you. Why? Why
should you want to help me? Why not? You don't
really care what happened to my sister. You hardly
knew her Maybe I didn't want to know her Why
not? What's the point of knocking the dead? No,
tell me please Why didn't you like Vera? I didn't
like Roxanne because she called herself Roxanne
when her name was Vera I didn't like the way
she spent her time looking for one kick after
the other even if it meant kicking somebody else
in the teeth Was she really like that? Look,
it's late. Maybe you should go back to bed. We'll
search the place another time. No, no, no. You're
right. You know, I should have done this before.
I remember seeing something in the bedroom, as
a matter of fact. Say what? It looked like an
address book. Wait, I'll get it. Maybe it is
a diary. A record of all the kicks she got out
of life. No, no. It's an address book. Not too
many names in it. Let me see if I'm in it. No.
Guess I didn't make that much of an impression.
Do you recognize anybody's name? Let's see. Well,
here's Tony's. That's the place where I work.
I thought you were only a guest bartender. That's
only temporary. Until my rich uncle in Argentina
dies. That is if I have a rich uncle. Wait a
minute. What'd you find? Are you sure your sister
was healthy? Well, my father doesn't agree, but
yeah, I think she was, yes. I mean, I mean, healthy
in the head. Ever occur to you that the call
she made to you that night was just... well,
that she might have been wigging out? Oh, no.
Look, I'm sure Vera wasn't crazy. Well, the reason
I ask is she has Dr. Swally's number in her book.
Who? Dr. Raymond Swally, I've heard of him. What
kind of a doctor is he? Suppose you could call
him a shrink, but I think he calls himself a
psychologist. If your sister Vera was all that
together, would she be seeing someone like that?
I don't know. How would you like me to see Dr.
Swally and ask him? No, the name isn't familiar,
I'm afraid. But I won't trust my memory. I have
a book that my secretary keeps for me. She might
have called herself Roxanne Shepard. Very neat
alphabetical book. Miss Regalman tends to be
a little compulsive about her record -keeping.
I have to explore her subconscious one of these
days. No, there's no one of that name who was
my patient. Maybe you knew her personally. Oh,
I'm quite sure I didn't. Yeah, but your name
was in her address book. She might have heard
about me. You mean she might have taken down
your name but never called you? That's possible,
isn't it? I guess so. How old did you say the
girl was? Twenty -six. Pity. And the cause of
death? They called it cardiac arrest, but her
sister doesn't believe it. She insisted that
an autopsy be performed. Was it? Yes. And the
result? Negative. It was heart failure, all right.
Well, then, why isn't the lady satisfied? Because
she still thinks that people can die of fright.
Pure and simple fright. What's the use of my
staying any longer, Kurt? I'm just... packing
up various things and leaving. You want me to
help you? No, just taking everything that belonged
to her, not even trying to sort it out. Don't
forget the stuff in the medicine cabinet. I'll
bring it to you. Most of the bottles are empty.
So I see, but this one isn't. What's this, Amanda?
Sleeping pills. I took one of them last night.
Hey, wait a minute. Let me see that again. Kirk,
look. The label. What about it? It says Dr. Swally.
What? You said that Swally denied that Vera was
his patient, yet he prescribed these sleeping
pills. Are you sure? Well, see for yourself.
Well, what do you know? Now, why would he lie
about something like that? I don't know. He must
be hiding something. I have to know what it is.
Yeah, but how? If he lied to me once, he'll lie
again. What if I went to see him? I told him
about you, about your being Vera's sister. What
if I didn't go there as Vera's sister? What if
I went as a patient? I'm so miserable all the
time, Doctor. So depressed and nervous. I don't
want to wake up in the morning. I want to go
right on sleeping, hibernating from the world.
Do you think you can help me? Well, that all
depends. How much do you know about my treatment?
Well, not really very much. Just that I've heard
you've been able to help people. But you must
have also heard that my therapy isn't quite orthodox.
Well, no, no. I guess I've never heard that.
Oh, don't be alarmed. Basically, I'm a Freudian.
I believe in the theory of the subconscious.
But I look at it slightly differently. I call
the subconscious the dungeon of the human mind.
the place where we hide all our guilty fears.
A conscious mind tries to forget their existence,
but they cry out and rattle their chains and
make our lives miserable. Do you understand?
I think so. Personally, I believe that fear is
the true enemy of mental health. What I try to
do for my patients is eliminate fear. We're all
afraid of something, aren't we? Right now, you
look as if you're afraid of me. No, I'm really
very interested. It's one thing to know what
we fear. Insects, mice, grizzly bears, high places.
But many of our fears are so buried in our minds
that we forget their existence. Do you ever have
nightmares, Miss Lewis? Yes. In fact, I had one
just the other night. I dreamt that a gorilla
tried to break into my apartment. It was... Ooh,
so terribly real. Are you especially afraid of
gorillas? I've never even thought about them,
not since I was... For heaven's sake. You were
about to say, not since you were a child. Yes,
when I was a child. Only four years older. I'd
forgotten all about it. But you remember now.
Yes, my father took me to the zoo. I was having
a good time until he brought me to the gorilla
cage. And it frightened you. Well, at first I
was fascinated. I'd never seen anything like
it before. So much like a man and not a man.
So daddy picked me up so I could get a better
look. And it reached for me. It reached out for
me. Oh, God, how could I have forgotten that?
I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
And just the other night, you screamed again?
Yes. Isn't it incredible? Don't you see what
happened? You relived this fearful event of your
childhood. What we call a traumatic experience.
Now that you've done it, faced it, perhaps you've
also uprooted it, along with other repressed
fears. Well, I don't know about that. All I know
is I was absolutely terrified. Terrified, yes.
but perhaps also purify. Ms. Lewis, I'm sure
you've heard of LSD, haven't you? LSD? Oh, yes,
of course. It's that drug that makes you see
hallucination. No, it isn't the only drug, you
know. There's mescaline, psilocybin, and a new
derivative of LSD -25 which I've developed known
as EN -30. I don't understand. Well, LSD is the
chemical shorthand for lysergic acid and diethylamide.
A very small amount can produce hallucinations
of every form and variety. EN30 is rather different.
It produces only one kind of hallucinatory affect.
The effect of fear. Fear? Some people call it,
incorrectly, the horror drug. It's a powerful
hallucinogen. Dangerous when used carelessly,
but extremely useful under controlled conditions.
It goes right to the sub - basement of human
consciousness and brings up images from the very
place where fear begins, the dungeon of our minds.
You mean it makes people see the things that
they're afraid of? Yes, usually the things which
frightened us when we were children. And what
makes it dangerous? The fact that we might be
scared to death? Scared to death is a highly
inexact term, but... In certain cases... In the
case of a heart condition? Oh, I would never
administer the drug to anyone with such a history.
How long does the effect last? It varies greatly
among individuals, but like LSD, the effect can
often be cyclical. That is, the hallucinations
can return on a cyclical basis, even if no EN30
has been taken for several days. This is one
reason why control use is very important. Dr.
Swalley, are you giving this drug to all your
patients? Oh, no, my dear. Only to a few. And
under stricter supervision. And of course, with
their complete understanding and agreement. I
see. Yes, I really think I understand now, doctor.
Listen, Amanda, do you know what you're saying?
You're accusing Swally of being a criminal. That's
why he lied to you. He was afraid to admit that
Vera was his patient because he gave her this
horror pill of his. And she died. Well, you don't
know that for sure. I don't know it. He says
he never gave anyone the pill except under controlled
conditions. But he lied. He said he'd never give
one of those things to someone with heart trouble,
but he gave one to Vera. Look, you're all worn
out. You better get to sleep, and we'll talk
about it in the morning. I'm going to the police
in the morning, Kurt. Will you go with me? Amanda,
I've already been to the police. What? I saw
Lieutenant Durier. But why? I've been worried
about this undercover game you've been playing,
so I talked to Durier, told him about what you
were doing and what you suspected. And? Durye
made a check of Swally's records, Amanda. He
made it part of the routine police inquiry into
your sister's death. What are you trying to say?
Swally wasn't lying about it. What? He wasn't
lying about your sister. She was never his patient.
But... the... the... the sleeping pills... They
must have belonged to one of your sister's roommates,
or maybe she just swiped them from somebody else's
house. Didn't you tell me that Vera was always
swiping things? Oh, Kurt. Then I'm wrong. It
wasn't his fault. That's the way it looks. If
your sister was having nightmares, she was having
them on her own. Oh, it's warm in here. It's
warm to sleep. Gotta open that window or I'll
suffocate. It's so hard to open it. There. That
should help a little. What was that? Oh, good
Lord. Oh, good Lord, something's flowing here.
It's right in my room. which fills almost all
of us with dread. Is it the cape -like wings,
the rat -like face, the raking claws, the terrifying
screech of their voices? Can anyone blame Amanda
Shepard for the cry of horror she admits when
that winged monster comes flapping into her room?
Or was there really a fact? Was it only a creature
of her imagination? We'll learn the answer when
we return shortly with Act 3. Amanda Shepard
has had another nightmare. A dream so vivid that
she lies in her bed this morning in a state of
shock. Still unable to believe that the bat which
flew into her room the night before isn't still
entangled in her hair. It may have been the heat,
Amanda. This building is a real hot box when
the weather turns warm. Yes. I don't know. Maybe
that's all it was. Maybe I had some kind of a
heat stroke. Yes, me. You want to get out of
this apartment right now. Maybe that's another
reason you have bad dreams. This place is depressing
you. Yes, you're right. There's no point in my
staying here anymore. The police approve that,
haven't they? You just have to accept the truth.
Your sister died because... Well, because she
died. I guess that means I should go back. Doesn't
mean you have to go back to Manassavalli. Listen,
have you ever thought of teaching right here
in the city? We've got an awful lot of kids here
who need... No, Kurt. No, it's time for me to
go home. So the whole thing was a waste of time,
wasn't it? I suppose so, Dad. I told you you've
been stubborn, wasting two weeks on a wild goose
chase. Dad, don't you understand? Vera died without
either one of us being there. She died all alone,
in agony. And whose fault was that? Who told
her to leave home? All right. Let's not talk
about it anymore. Now you even sound like your
mother. Whenever she didn't want to hear the
truth, she'd ask me not to talk about it anymore.
We've said it all, haven't we? I'm going to bed
early. I've been sleeping very badly lately.
Amanda, wait. Yes, Dad? Look, why does it have
to be this way between us? I don't know what
you mean. It's been like this for years, this
wall of ice between you and me. What put it there?
I've asked myself a thousand times, and I still
don't know the answer. Maybe you'll never know,
Dad. Oh, I knew it started right after your mother
died. That was when you... That was when you
turned against me. You and Vera both. Oh, please,
Dad. We'll discuss it some other time. I'm really
too tired. No, no, you'll never discuss it with
me. You'll just go on hating me for the rest
of your life. I don't hate you. I saw the look
in your eyes the day your mother died. I saw
the way you looked at me, Amanda. I don't remember
how I looked at you. How could I? I was in a
state of shock. You were in a state, all right.
And you've never snapped out of it. Please, Dad.
All right, go to bed. No use trying to reach
you. Never been any use. Hi, handsome. Hey. This
is turning into a permanent job for you, isn't
it? I guess I'm just a natural born bartender,
so what can I get you tonight? How about a Manhattan?
Did you learn how to make one of those? Give
it a try. Hey, how's your blonde friend these
days? Which one? I know a half a dozen blondes.
You know the one I mean. The one who looks like
a schoolteacher. She is a schoolteacher. No kidding.
And where is she now? Going back to teaching
school, I guess. Hey, you really liked her, didn't
you? That's what I heard around. I liked her.
But she's strictly a small town girl. Is it true
that she was Roxy's sister? It's hard to believe,
isn't it? A Roxy's shepherd would have a sister
like that. Hey, did you know that I was her last
roommate? What? That's right. I paid half the
rent on that filthy pad of hers. I couldn't stand
him more than one week. She was stoned all the
time, you know? Yeah, I figured she hit the stuff
pretty hard. That girl would take anything, as
long as there was a kick in it. She even went
to some doctor just to get some kind of pill
he was hanting out. What'd you say? She heard
about some nutty kind of LSD that a shrink was
using on his patient. She told me she was going
to see him and get some... Wait a second, do
you know the shrink's name? No. Was it Swally?
Dr. Raymond Swally? Well, how should I know?
Well, I've got to know. How many times do I have
to tell you I never had a patient by that name?
If you don't believe me, ask the police. All
right, maybe you never had a patient named Shepherd,
but maybe she didn't give you her right name.
First Orley. I'm quite sure you're mistaken about
this. I've only administered EN30 treatment to
four patients. I can assure you this girl wasn't
one of them. Dr. Swalley, will you just look
at this photograph? Oh, all right. Does she look
at all familiar? Nope. I never treated her. Look
carefully. It's a professional portrait. She
thought she wanted to be an actress and she's
pretty heavily made up. Never saw this woman
before. Well, I guess I'm wrong. All right, doctor.
Sorry I bothered you again. Wait. Just a minute.
Something come to you? She does look familiar.
She wasn't a patient, but I have seen her before.
Where? Right here in my office. She came in without
an appointment. That's why there was no record
of her. She just sat outside and waited. And
did you see her? Just for a few minutes. Just
long enough to realize that she wasn't interested
in therapy. All she wanted was the drug. E -N
-30. I told her that I wouldn't accept her as
a patient, that she wasn't nearly stable enough.
I gave her a prescription for a mild sleeping
compound, nothing else. But then... Then what?
Well, I... I don't know this for certain. I could
be mistaken about it. About what, doctor? I always
suspected that she might have been the one who
stole those pills. Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Are you saying that Vera Shepard stole some EN
-30 from you? I can't prove it. It wasn't until
days later that I missed them. I remember stepping
out of the room for a few minutes to take a call
from a hysterical patient. Dr. Swalley, Vera
Shepard was a klepto. Her sister told me that
she stole things all the time. If she stole those
pills of yours... Good Lord. Can it really be?
The dosage was so large, too large for safety.
If she took them, anything might have happened.
Something did happen. She had a nightmare, Doctor.
She conjured up a nightmare so terrible that
it killed her. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt
anyone. You know that wasn't my intention. Oh,
wait a minute. Wait a minute. You did say that
you gave her a prescription for sleeping pills.
Yes, I did. I doubt that she ever filled it.
It was the EN30 she really wanted. Then what
was in that bottle? What were the pills her sister
took? A system? Dr. Swally, I've got to get to
a telephone. She's asleep right now. Who is this?
Is this Mr. Shepherd? Oh, that's right. Can I
take a message? Mr. Shepherd, you don't know
me. I met your daughter in the city, but it's
very important that I speak to her right away.
Well, I'm sorry, but I told you she's fast asleep.
Would you know if she's taking anything to help
her sleep? As a matter of fact, I... I thought
I did see her take something. She's very tired.
Listen, Shepherd, you've got to get a doctor
for her right now. I know it sounds crazy, but
if she took a pill that her sister was using,
she may be in danger. Wait, what are you talking
about? I'm driving out there, but your daughter
may be in terrible danger right now. What was
that? What was that? I won't let you go. That's
what Dr. Swalley told me himself, Amanda. He's
discontinuing the use of AN -30. Says it's far
too dangerous to take any more chances with.
Frankly, I think he's right. Kurt. And you know
what my hallucination was what I? Saw my father
walking into the bedroom Carrying my mother's
dead body ouch that must have been pretty great
the strange part is It reminded me of something
Something I'd forgotten a long time ago. What
was that? When I was a little girl, I used to
hear my father and mother arguing downstairs
fighting with each other night after night. Well,
I was so afraid. It's understandable. But do
you know what I was afraid of? I was afraid that
my father was going to kill my mother. That's
an awful thought. Well, it wasn't true, of course,
but it was a fear that stayed with me all this
time. But now I... I feel as if I can get rid
of it. Kurt, I... I know it sounds crazy, but
wouldn't it be something if it turns out that
Dr. Swalley had the right idea? Well, personally,
I don't think I would care very much for that
kind of shock treatment. In fact, I think I'd
rather have my neurosis than gorillas, bats,
and so forth in my house. But, to each his own,
huh? I'll be back shortly. In case you're wondering,
all characters, events, and wonder drugs in this
drama are purely fictitious. No, I'm sorry to
say, there is no such thing as EN -30. If you
want to get turned on to fear and trembling,
however, you can always turn on the radio mystery
theater. We promise you large doses of mystery,
suspense, and terror. Our cast included Kim Hunter,
Mason Adams, Alan Hewitt, Ian Martin, and Phoebe
Doran. The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our mystery theater for another
adventure. in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.