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Can you think of anything more absurd than being afraid of the walls in your own home? Why, I should feel that way. I don't know. My husband, Horace, seems to think it's just a case of nerve. Walls are just made of wood and plaster. Still, they give me a queer feeling. Once while sitting alone and reading, I had an odd sensation that the walls were tilting. I looked up, and sure enough, they were all leaning toward me. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again, they were all sprayed again. Oh, it was a horrible experience, but a much worse thing happened to me last night. I was asleep, dreaming that I was sitting in front of my vanity, making myself pretty. I was alone and too late at night. Suddenly, I noticed through the vanity mirror that the wall behind me was a little closer, quite still for a moment. And I turned around, and it was closer. You have to experience it to know what a dreadful feeling that is. Then I heard a crunchy sound. The opposite wall also had moved nearer. I screamed, only a whisper. Then all the four walls began to hem me in. It moved nearer and nearer. I could feel the cold of the walls filling the remaining space of the room. I was going to be crushed to death. There was a book of matches on the vanity. I didn't imagine, held it near the cold wall. It stopped moving. They were afraid of the heat. And the match went on. The walls began to move again. I lit another match. It held it until it drained itself out in my hand. I frantically lit another one. The light, it bled up, and then it died out. The walls began to move. They were just into the way now. And one of them touched my hand. I think cold and dreadful. In an agony of terror, I beat against the walls, and I screamed at every breath of life. Karen, what's the matter, dear? Don't let them go. Stop beating the walls. Karen, what is the matter with you, dear? Oh, baby. The walls were closing in on me. I had to light matches to stop. I'll never forget it so long as I live. Well, nightmares are always frightening, dear. You threw the covers off, and the room's very cold. That's what probably brought it on. You forget it, darling. The dream won't come back. We chopped for a while, and Horace dozed off. But I remained wide awake. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I even tried counting sheep. While I was counting, I got a sex feeling the walls were rarely closing in on me. I continued to count. 14, 15, 16, 17. The walls were coming closer. I mustn't believe it. It was my imagination. It was only in mind. 18, 19, 20, 21, 20. It's hovering over me. It's moving silently this time. 23. Get the water quickly. The curtains are on fire. They catch on fire. The book of matches on the floor, Karen. Here's a burnt-out match. I didn't do it. Oh, believe me, Horace, I swear... You haven't been feeling well lately. I think you ought to see Dr. Gustafson. I'm not sure... I wouldn't do anything like that. You probably weren't aware of it. Probably nothing serious. Dr. Gustafson's a very good man. No, no, no, no, no, Karen. He'll be a baby, darling. All of us get ill sometimes. Dr. Gustafson is a little man with sharp eyes. I told him the whole story about the walls and the dreams. Tried to be at ease. I was near on his desk in the bike park. I kept fixing my hair. It didn't look so well today. Two new gray hairs, Karen, had to pull out. He kept watching me very closely. All the time asked me questions about my youth. I told him everything, even about winning the beauty contest. When I was 17, he seemed very interested. Mrs. Jeremy, it seems to me you have an obsession of being beautiful. You're not as young as you used to be. Neither is your appearance. That's why you're afraid of close scrutiny. That may account for your fear of close spaces. Went on like that, looking at me as though I were a drab middle-aged woman. He didn't like me, and I didn't like him. I just liked the way he spoke to me. The way he watched me turn. What the letter opened her down? I was just holding it. You will hurt somebody holding it that way, darling. No harm was meant to him. The best thing you should do, Mr. Jeremy, is to get larger living quarters. Your wife may be suffering from acute claustrophobia, among other things. I was glad to visit that horrid little dr. Guttiff and didn't influence Horace at all. He still loved me. He told me I was the loveliest woman in all the world. One day he came home in great excitement. Darling, I've got a wonderful surprise for you. I've just bought the famous Meadow mansion. Oh, Horace, don't be careful. You must my hair. What is this Meadow mansion? Well, it belongs to John Akin. You know, the famous naturalist. He was killed for a fellow note of accident. It's a huge house, and you won't be troubled by walls ever. Come on now, darling. We have to see the agent sign lots of papers. We went to the agent's office. Mr. Swanson was his name. A very friendly old man. He kept looking at me all the time he was talking. Mr. Swanson, we'd like to take occupancy in the house right away. I don't think it's a good idea, Mr. Jeremy. You see, there's still another Mr. Akin's property in the house. Oh, well, we don't mind that. You don't understand. It's specimens, Mr. Akin's, that are animals and snakes. They're waiting to be shipped to the zoo. Well, there's nothing to worry about. They're in cages, aren't they? They're very unpleasant, if they weren't. If you had to death of snakes myself, I'd be only waiting a few more days. They'd all be shipped out. Oh, don't worry about it. We leave the animals strictly alone. We've just got to move in right away. Well, the house is so big. I guess you can manage. Here are the keys and good luck to you both. That old mansion was magnificent. It was big and gracious. The rooms were huge and beautifully decorated. The high ceilings gave you a wonderful feeling of freedom. But the drawing room was the loveliest of all. A large prison chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and the walls were paneled halfway up to the ceiling. But most exciting of all, each wooden panel had a darling little mirror set into it. There were easily a hundred such mirrors. Oh, it was very gay. You could be imitated of yourself anywhere in the room. It has all the breathtakingly beautiful. Except for a picture on the wall of a very flashy-looking woman called Delilah. Well, darling, how do you like on your home? Oh, it's wonderful, Horace. I love it all, everything. Except that picture. We mean Delilah? Well, that's a fine painting, dear, of a very beautiful woman. She looks evil to me. Darling, I do believe you're jealous. You needn't be. She isn't half as pretty as you are. Alice, Alice, answer the door, please. We didn't talk about the picture anymore, because Mr. Swanson, the agent, came in to see how we were getting on. I left Horace talking to him, and I wanted him to the next room. There were a dozen cages standing near the fireplace, ready to be shipped off to the zoo. There were mostly snakes and leathers in the cages. All of them are quite motionless, except one was labeled Bushmaster Benzuela. Very odd name for a reptile. Carefully ugly, yet it fascinated me. Some four-feet long, fat and clumsy-looking, yet it slid around the cage with wonderful grace, kept moving round and round, trying so hard to get out. It looked at me pleadingly, and then I found my hand on the safety catch. I drew it away in horror. We kept going round and round for a glass wall. I've been madly in love with walls so close they touch you all the time. I remembered what a terrible feeling it was to be frightened of walls. Then suddenly this snake was in the middle of the floor. It's out of the cage. Stay still, Karen. I was only wondering how it had escaped from the cage. It lay there in the middle of the floor with its head out of the mood. It slid in a wide circle to offer us a missus one. It's not a nice way to make it. I'm really sorry we had to lose the Bushmaster's valuable reptile, and we could have used it in another story. But that's the way it is in our business. Our losses are terrific. Houses burned down, money is stolen. To be honest, every week it's something else. It's simply murder. You do have a lot of trouble, don't you, Mr. Hose? Mary, we have so much trouble. I'm in a sanctum. Even our troubles have trouble. I think there are times when all of us feel that trouble is piling up on us. Would you know, friends, I've found a good way to get over that feeling. Just say to yourself, I'm going to relax and have a cup of Lipton tea. Then when you're comfortably seated with your tea cup within easy reach, would you mind something pleasant to think about? That Lipton tea, for instance, notice Lipton's deep amber color in its welcome, familiar fragrance that's so tempting, then tasty, and discover how really delicious that brisk flavor is. Just for real enjoyment, any time during the day, just take a few minutes out to enjoy a piping hot cup of brisk flavored Lipton tea. Oh, I certainly give you a suggestion to try, Mary. And our friend, if you'll give me your hand, I'll give you one with a story. Or would you rather take yourself in hand? Things are going to be a little rugged from now on, so take a firm stand, sit tight, and buckle down. And it won't be a bad idea to grit your teeth and square your shoulders at the same time. By the way, if you can do all those things at once, let me congratulate you, you're quite an asset, Mary. Here she is, Karen Jeremy. I was ill for a long time. I don't remember how long, weeks, maybe months. Horace never spoke about that horrible afternoon. Not for a while I stopped thinking about it. I liked my new home. That old man team was such a beautiful place, I rarely left it. I loved best of all the drawing rooms with its darling little mirrors and the wooden panels. I could see myself from all sides. It was so much fun. My absurd fear of walls was beginning to fade away. There's only one thing that irritated me. That was the picture of Delilah. I was determined to get rid of it. Karen, stop blaring at that picture. I don't like it, Horace. I wish we'd get rid of it. It's a fine work of art, why? I don't care. An evil picture to me. Karen, look here. You're just jealous of her. You're jealous of any beautiful woman, even if she's only a painting. You don't care for me anymore. That is a ridiculous thing to say. You know it's not true. If you really love me, you take that picture down off the wall. That picture is staying right where it is. Out for your own good. I'm going out for a walk. And Karen, I absolutely forbid you to touch that picture. I'm in it. I've been in that there for quite a while. Steering that picture that was upsetting my life with Horace, he was always kind and gentle with me for the first time he'd ever lost his temper. I looked at Delilah with a gleam of white teeth between her full lips. She was an abandoned-looking thing, her long hair cunningly untidy, her eyes sparkling black, shameless. She seemed to be laughing at me. I made up my mind. Horace would understand. I got a knife from the kitchen and I pulled the chair over to the picture. And I stood up on the chair, then began to fly. It's no business of yours. Go away, Alice. Oh, you mustn't do that, Mr. Jeremy. We'll be angry. I told you it's none of your business. Please. Please come down off that chair. You're destroying a beautiful painting. You meddling little fool. I'll teach you to interfere. I've put up with you for a long time. Nobody's ever dared to slap me. You, you vicious, miserable hag. That's what you are, a hag. For years I've pampered you. I've always told you how beautiful you were, how lovely you looked. Well, maybe you were beautiful once, but couldn't be me. Myself and the panel... My hair was all untied. He would never believe I didn't do it. Look at me in that piercing, sad way. No, he mustn't see the body. I must hide it before he gets back. Blood on the carpet, too. I took a scatter rug and carefully placed it over the spot. I waited for Horace to come home. Chandelier seemed to be lower. All walls. They seemed to be close. They sat there fighting out that old carrot. Praying and praying that Horace would come home. As soon as he came, I'd put my arms around... The door not turning. Oh, my darling, darling. It was all my fault. Please forgive me, Horace. I can't bear you being angry with me. Please, may you forgive me? That's all right, Karen. I shouldn't have lost my... What happened to the painting? It's cut. You can't cut it all? It's really damaged. I'll get Alice to take it over to the art shop. Maybe they can repair it. Well, Alice isn't here. She's gone to get her blue cork from the tailors. Karen, that is not true. Alice got that tote this morning. Where is she? I don't know where she is. Karen, you do know. Where is she? She was here just a little while ago. She...she must have gone out. Alice! Alice! I'm going to find out. No, no. Please don't leave me. Please, Horace. All right, tell me where she is, Karen. Anything. Karen, did you do anything to her? No, no, nothing. You're not telling me the truth. Something has happened to her and you're hiding it. Now I'm going to find it. She must be somewhere. No, no. No, she isn't in the house. Of course she's not here if you don't know where she is. I...I didn't mean that. I'm going to look around. There's blood on the floor near the closet. Yes, I...I cut my finger. The closet is locked. Have you the key, Karen? No. No, I don't have it. Karen, give me that key. Dr. Gustafson, Karen, maybe you can help me. Please don't... I'll be back as soon as I can. He left me in the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, my beauty was gone. It wasn't beautiful anymore. My face was all wrinkled and pale. My hair hung down lifeless. Harry, see me now? I looked evil. I bolted the door. I didn't want him to come back and see me looking this way. The walls were moving again. They were very clever. They waited for Harry to leave. They were afraid of him. Once again in the mirror. Thousands of me. And something very strange happened. All the images of me began to come out of the mirrors right into the room. It was incredible. They kept coming out of one mirror, going back into another. They began to move very fast. They were moving slowly, but they couldn't fool me. They were moving because the picture of Delilah was nearer than ever. She was still laughing. She was young. I'm sort of sorry about that, Maid. She seemed like a nice sort, and I don't think it was quite kind to be so... You couldn't get an apartment out of him, anyhow. Well, it couldn't have been a very pretty picture, Mr. Hoaxed. No, Mary, but you'll have to admit it was remarkably lifelike. Well, while you're admiring it, I have a few words for our friends listening in. You know, some people tie a string around their finger to remind them of things. Well, I'm not going to ask you folks to do that. All I want you to do is just remember all the good things that I told you about Lipton Tea and let them remind you to get a package of Lipton's tomorrow. Lipton's wonderful brisk flavor, its full-bodied goodness, mean more contentment in your teacup. Remember, Lipton's the tea that gives you extra pleasure and extra satisfaction. Ask your grocer for a package tomorrow. Well, that should be easy to remember, Mary. Well, friends, it's time to close the squeaking door until next Tuesday when we'll get together again for another killing time. Oh, by the way, this month's Inner Sanctum mystery novel is The Pavilion by Hilda Lawrence. Yes, the next week's Inner Sanctum story directed by Hyman Brown and brought to you by Lipton Tea and Lipton Soup. Next week's story is called The Edge of Death. Feeling a little edgy already? Very interesting story. Yeah, it's sort of a mixture of Russian legend and modern psychiatry that tells of a beautiful and sinister old sword. I'm sure you'll get the point. Well, until we meet on The Edge of Death next Tuesday. Good night. Pleasant. Here's a grand dish to get your dinner off to a good start. Lipton's noodle soup. It has all the homemade goodness and real chickeny flavor your family loves. Lipton's noodle soup is seasoned to perfection and it's full of tender, golden noodles. Hard to prepare, not a bit. It takes only a few quick minutes from package to soup, please. Economical, too. Costs less and makes lots more than canned soups. So get Lipton's noodle soup mixed tomorrow. 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