 Good evening, Creep, the awesome Hutter Gallery opening the door for the next week, right now. And speaking of doors, the night we are visiting the Inner Sancton, so open that door, Mr. Hose. Good evening friends of the Inner Sancton. This is your host opening the squeaking door for another session of the AGGMS. The Association of Ghouls, Ghosts and Midnight Spirit. Oh, may I see your membership card as you enter, please? But, oh no, no, it's not a printed card. All you have to do is show me your wrist. If there's any blood pulsing in your arteries, then you don't belong here tonight. Better come back and try some other time, after you've passed your mortuary test. And now for tonight's Inner Sancton mystery. It's an original radio play by Emil Teppelman, called Make Ready My Grave. And in styles to radio favourites, John Banks and Richard Widmer. It's about a boy and a girl who's just been married. A piece of colored string, an open grave, and a hangman. It's a southeast limiter. See it? Long, sleek and powerful. Sticking off the miles on a humming ray. A masterpiece, 20th century mechanical perfection. Nothing about it is to just lurk in hate, fear or superstition or death. But let's take a look into Compartment A, card 17. John and Betty Loomis, just married, are going for a honeymoon to John's ancestral estate. Yeah, I'm so happy. When do we get a little snow? In about an hour, baby. Just think, I'm married into one of the oldest families in the states. I hope you'll be very happy, darling. Oh, I will, I will. You do love me, don't you, John? Of course I do, baby. I always love you. Always. No matter what happens. What could happen? Say, something's going on. No, no, it's nothing at all. You're highly thinking. It's something we haven't told you. It's nothing, Betty. It's nothing to worry about. You don't want to tell me? No, not now. Maybe later. Oh, you're carrying that piece of paper on this string. What? You've been playing with it ever since it came under the tree. Hmm. Gosh, I... I never noticed. I watched you. You've been telling me nothing. Enough. You've tied it without knowing what I was doing. You... you've tied it into a rose. A rose, you say? I don't know how it came to make it at all. It's not. It's only a piece of string. Yes, it's only a piece of string. Betty. What did you know? Don't take this. A gun. Take it. Why? If I should ever try to... If I should ever try to strangle you, you'd listen to me. If I should ever try to strangle you, you'd promise me to use that gun on me. What are you talking about? Stop. Stop. This is where we get it. I must have thought about that piece of yellow string and now this gun. Put it away, Betty. And remember what I said. Don't ever forget. It's so dark here. This is just a way station. The train only starts here when I thought otherwise. The train only starts here when I thought otherwise it goes right through. Hmm? I thought Loomis Street was a big town. Well, it used to be a hundred years ago, but now there's only the Loomis Estate. Are we far from the state? About two miles. Old Hone of God should be here to pick us up in the station wagon. Here we go. He's a handyman. There's been a galt working for the Loomis Stanley for the last hundred and fifty years. John, I don't like it here. Oh, dark. Well, my goodness, John, who can God be? I wrote the more train we were taking. I'm ready to give it to John. Well, Galt, you've frightened my wife. I'm sorry, man, but I scared you. That's all right. It was just the way you spoke so suddenly out of the darkness. If you'll follow me, I've got the station wagon back here. John, what does he want to be? Galt? No, that's just his way. He's going to throw it to the family. Where do you get to know? I... Don't think I care too. Johnny, you've got into fantasy. It's so dark. Don't worry, Betty. Galt knows this road like the bank of his hand. He'll be there with you in a minute. I'm frightened. John, please. Tell me where you gave it to Galt. Well, I can't tell you now, Betty. Maybe after you meet Uncle Edward. John. What's that in your hand? What? What? Another piece of string. A red one, Mr. Well, I'd like to stick it up in here. Off the seat. You've now to get into another Hangman's lease. Galt, yes, Mr. John. This piece of red string, did you put it here? No, sir. But how did it get here? You ought to know. Yes. Yes, I know. Galt, why are you stopping here? We're home, ma'am. This is the entrance to the Loomis estate. I've got to get out and open the gate. I'll be right about it. Betty, I've got to get out, too. I've got to see for myself. You stay here, Betty. Stay right where you are. Wait a minute. I'm coming, too. Get back in the car. John is right. Be careful, Galt. Galt, where are you going? That is the Loomis family cemetery. What do you want to see a man in the middle of the night? You tell yourself, ma'am. In you time. No, I'm going to find out right now. Better not, ma'am. Better come back. John, John, wait for me. Betty, I told you. I'm going with you. I want to know what the reason is. Put it back in the car. Calm your rights now. I have a right to know what this is all about. I'm going with you. All right. I guess we'll be all right. Let's hold onto that gun, I gave you. Keep it in your hand all the time. John, why? You found out soon enough. This is the gate of the family cemetery. All the Loomis is in their lives. It's a shadow in it. Like tombstones look like ghosts. Hold it in your hand. Oh, just hold onto that gun. John, who's greater than this would be? Hi, tombstone. My great-grandfather's spirit knows. He founded the Loomis estate. This is my grandfather's grave. That's all. I should be all right. Come over here. This is what I came to see. This is what I've been afraid of. I've been graved. Freshly dug. This man. It was just dug tonight. I've been buried. I'm afraid it's been dug. Now let's stay back to our date in the grave. Your betty, whose husband has just told her he's afraid the freshly dug grave is for her. John, what do you mean? Who dug this grave for me? If I thought that you'd think I was crazy... No, you've got to tell me if I'm in danger, I have a right to know. Was it God? He's your brother-in-law? No. At least I don't think so. His wife, Christine. Betty, do you believe that a ghost could dig a grave? I told you, you'd think I was crazy. John, why are you looking at me like that? I left you in the car. What would a gun do, again? A ghost. The station wagon's still waiting at the gate, but I didn't see God. Maybe you went up to the house. God, where are you? Hello there, John. What's up? What's the river on? What happened to God? He came up to the house. He's gone into the cemetery. I thought I'd better come down. Oh, yes, it's there. A freshly dug grave. Uncle Everard, this is my wife, Betty. How are you, baby? Hello. You saw the grave, too, baby? Yes, and John says he thinks it's for me. I'm afraid I don't understand. You haven't told her anything yet, John? Well, just a little. I couldn't bring myself to her. I think it's time you did. Don't you, Betty? Thank you, Uncle Everard. I will have a little more. Do you, John? No thanks. Too bad Christina's here. She's upstairs in our room. But I hope she'll be better by tomorrow. You can see her then. Maybe. What do you mean? It'll be filled tomorrow. John, don't you think it's time you kept your promise to tell me what this is all about? You tell her, Uncle Everard. Well, Betty, there's a ghost in the woman's family. That's it, in a nutshell. And it was a ghost who dug up grain. I know what sounds man. There, for 150 years, we almost as if come to the conviction that it can't be anything but a ghost. 150 years? John's great-grandfather, Stuart Lomis, settled a slip of sea coast under a pattern from the colonial governor. There's his picture over the fireplace. It looks like you, John. Stuart Lomis was a hard way. Which private theater in these waters have made a lot of trouble in those days. Gaston LaRue, who sailed the seas with his wife Antoinette. But what does a French pilot and his wife do with that grain? Stuart Lomis captured LaRue and his wife. Under the authority conferred upon by the governor had the power to hang them. You mean women, too? They're in our stands. Before he died, Gaston LaRue laid a curse on the Lomis family. He swore that just as his wife was hanged, so would all the Lomis women die. He swore that he would come back and dig a grave for the wife of a Lomis in every generation and furnish the noose by which Lomis had strangled his own wife. That's incredible. Short while afterward, a fresh grave was found beside the jib at where LaRue had been hung. That night, Stuart Lomis' wife, John's great-grandmother, I told you Stuart Lomis was a hard man and had made many enemies. There were many who hated him deeply and bit him. He was arrested and tried for the murder of his wife. But John, that still doesn't prove there's a ghost. No, that one incident doesn't prove it. But it happened again when the next room was married. John's grandfather and to the next room was John's father. Sometimes a year after he married, sometimes five years. The curse never failed. What happened in every generation? Yes. And now, when this has brought a new wife home, there's a freshly dug grave waiting in the family cemetery. And next? I don't know, Betty. Maybe that grave isn't for you. This is all ridiculous. A ghost couldn't make a grave make John strangle me to death. Uncle Everard, you can't believe such a legend. It can't be true. Maybe not, my dear. But the graves of the strangled Loomis women are out there to prove it. The room, Betty. I'd have God call you at eight tomorrow morning. Good night. Good night, Uncle Everard. Good night, John. Good night, Uncle Everard. It's such a big room. It's so gloomy. The whole house is like the bride's gloomy and sullen under the Loomis curse. We'll think the curse together. Let me go, Daddy. I want to change my clothes and wash. All right. There's that gas room over there. I'll only be a minute. All right, John. Oh, it's a lovely bath. Betty, what is it? John, please. What? Look, hanging from the shower bar. The real one this time. But where? Where did it? Put it there. It's the Loomis curse. We can't get away from it. No ghost could have hung that rope there. Wait, let's call Uncle Everard. All right. Do you got the gun with you? No, it's in my handbag. You get it. But, John, I say. All right, John. Here. Here, I got it. All right. Now, keep it with you all the time. And don't be afraid to use it on me if necessary. All right. Let's get your uncle. This is his room. I wonder if I ought to wake him. It might upset Aunt Christine. She's asleep. We've got to wake him. Better knock harder. Look, it wasn't locked. Call him. Uncle Everard. Doesn't it? Push the door further open. All right. Well, there's nobody in the room. The dead's empty. Uncle Everard. Aunt Christine. Maybe in the bathroom. The door is open. Same kind of a noose is in there. Uncle Everard. Hangar. It's the Loomis curse catching up with this. Aunt Galvin, trace of Uncle Everard. I searched the whole house basement with two addicts, not a sign of him. Mr. Garnard, come along. But it's raining. We've got to find him, Betty. Come on. The dog out here, how will we ever find him? I have a flashlight, ma'am. You look. What? Fresh footprints in the slush. They must be Uncle Everard. They'll lead down toward the cemetery. Come along, Galt. John, you can see for yourself the footprints lead right to this new grave. Why did we come here? There's the rest of the day. We're just ahead of the empty grave. Very fresh right now, Galt. There's something written on it. It says Christine Loomis. What is it? Good. Over there. Another grave. He's stuck in another one. There's a cross on this one. To the same? Yes. Yes, it does. It says Betty Loomis. John, sit close to me. That portrait of Stuart Loomis over the fireplace looks so real. Fight, Betty. Now remember, Betty, whatever happens, hold on to that gun and don't be afraid to use it tonight. Where's Galt? He ought to be here soon. He won't look for some weapons. Here I am. It's not John. Galt, you always frighten me coming in so quietly. I'm sorry, ma'am. Dear Mr. John, these ought to be pretty good weapons. If I had them sharpened only the other day, they could slice a man's head off in one stroke. Take one, Mr. John. Thanks. But I'd hate to use it on Uncle Everett. If he shows up tonight, you'd better use it. Maybe he'll come back into the house through the back ways. I'll go through the house again if you'd like. This time, I'll start with the attic. Be careful, Galt. I will. John, I don't like him. Galt? And I don't think he likes me either. Is that you? I mean, it's there. It must be Galt and Lenny. Help, Mr. Galt! Mr. Men, Uncle Everett hiding up there. Stay right here, Betty. And hold on to that gun. John, be careful. John! It's nothing to be afraid of. Have this gun. And if anybody comes, relax. Yes, ma'am. It's Galt. Mr. John is busy up there in the attic with the body of Mr. Everett. I killed him downstairs. He'll find you. And I'll cut him down in the dark with my scythe. There were others besides the pilot, LaRue, who hated Stuart Loomis. Like my own great-grandfather, he was in the service of Stuart Loomis, and he hated him. When LaRue laid the curse on Loomis, his great-grandfather decided to make it come true. It was he who strangled the wife of Stuart Loomis. Through the years, the gods from father to son have handed down there. Is your man... Maybe. I'll tighten that loosey. Who are you? Why is it dark in here? We've finished forever with the Loomis. That's honeymoon for Betty. But you know, there's a lesson in her story for forgetful wives. Yet if you keep tying little colored strings to your fingers to remind you of things, then you still can't remember them. Why not try a rope neatly tied around your neck? It's sure to help you forget. And I thank you, Mr. Loomis, for a very enjoyable performance, and I look forward to seeing you. Thanks for having me, and minding me, too. Thanks again for watching this video.