 That's the theme from the Sears Radio Theatre. Tonight, a program of mystery with Vincent Pryce as your host. Here's a preview. The door, he's rattling at me. That door. That one. The one that's wired shut. He straddles like something's trying to get through from the other side. Do you have any idea how weird that sounds? Very weird. Very weird. Most of us look forward to the anniversaries in our lives, don't we? Sometimes we celebrate an anniversary together, such as the birth of our nation on the Fourth of July. Other times, it's our own private anniversary, an event that we share with only a few close friends, not the anniversary at the heart of the story. I was celebrating my third year as a kitten at that well-known night spot, the kitten club. We kittens are just young waitresses dressed in a sort of bathing suit costume, wearing kitten ears and a tail. Well, anyway, my friend Debbie and Mary and I arranged to take the early six together on the night of my third anniversary at the clock. After work, the three of us were going to combine celebrating the big day with a weekend at House City for some friends of mine who were on vacation. Not before the first night of that weekend was over. Each of us was going to wish that we'd stayed home. Each of us would wish that we had done anything rather than take part in that foolish little anniversary celebration that turned into a nightmare. And that's only the beginning of our story. Radio Theatre, a new adventure in radio listening. Five nights of exceptional entertainment every week. Brought to you in Elliott Lewis production of The Sears Radio Theatre. Our story anniversary by Patricia Joyce. Our stars Joan McCall, Denise Gaelic, and Miss Joyce as Debbie Driver. The Sears Radio Theatre is brought to you by Sears Robot and Company. Sears, where America shops for value started the beginning. And the beginning was the night Debbie and Mary and I left the kitten club together and drove out of the city to house it for my family. It was a crowded night and driving down the dark canyon road that led to the house. I was a little uncertain in my bearings. Debbie was beside me in the front seat and Mary was curled up in the back. Debbie thinks of herself as a luxury blonde. But there are those at the kitten club who say she's fat. She also chews gum and hums disco tunes. Mary is small and dark and very quiet compared to Debbie and me. Athena, what? Are you lost? Never. Don't be snide. Sorry Debbie. I'm still mad about that walk out at the club tonight. Are they really going to make you pay for him? I hope not. How much was the check? 20 something. I'm sorry I brought it up. Let's not think about it. It's my anniversary. How are you doing back there Mary? Fine. Are you sure we're not lost? It's just around the next day. You'll see the lights then. Nobody seems to live around here. They're about a half a dozen houses up near the Living Sins. Oh. Are you sure the Living Sins won't mind me and Mary? Of course not. They thought the idea of an old-time pajama party was cute. Donna said she would have joined us if they hadn't gone to Tahiti. She even brought 16s for Hot Fudge Sundays as a little anniversary present. Nice pair. Yeah, she's great. Did you ever house it for them before? Once. It's really easy. All I have to do is look after their cats and plants. It's really pretty around here, Athena. Waiting to see their house, Mary. The guy is so gorgeous. You know, it's so still up here. I really feel in tune with the mystic sense of all beings permeating nature in its raw and regal state. What book did you get that out of? The Natural Cosmos and Flower by DS Lloyd. Athena, this is it. It's Lizzie. Night out, huh? Night. It's the blind, the in and the gang going superbly. Do they have a pool? Out that, Mary. It's too cold to go swimming. I just like to look at the water. Let's go in. I'll make a whole Hot Fudge Sunday. Opera stars say ice cream ruins the vocal cords. Big deal. I'm starving. You wouldn't say that to Beverly Fills. Don't forget the key, Athena. It's you, GS. You're right, Mary. Wait until you see the upstairs. I just wanted to see the refrigerator. I thought you were worried about your vocal cords. If I can't sing, I may as well eat. I think I've reached Nirvana. Why? Look in this refrigerator. Salami, cheese, cold cuts, lettuce. Lettuce. Oh, you can't win them all. Caviar jumbo shrimp, tea reliquids. Where's the ice cream? In the freezer. Oh, right. I'll get it if you get the plate. Mary? What, Mary? I don't know if I should have any ice cream. Why not? Harold Sturgeon will ruin my enamel, and he'll have to give me crown. Oh, Mary, are you still engaged to that dull dentist? I love him. Dintas are boring. I'll cut it out, you two. Oh, look, Mary. Have a sundae and just don't tell Harold. I couldn't lie, and I know he'll ask. Then have a small one. Jiminy. What was that? Sampson? I heard that. Oh, it's the cat, Sampson. He likes to roll things around. Dynamo like Arnold Schwarzenegger lifting weights, then a cat rolling things around. He's a strong cat. The Sampson of Fat Siamese with no tail? Yeah, he's right there in the dining room. I was looking at him before. Uh, then it must have been in the house, settling. Oh, it's being a best dumb. Maybe it was a little earth trimmer. Who wants nests on her sundae? We watched the late show. I hear it's really scary. Um, you guys? What? Uh, I'm really tired, Doc. Can I go to bed? You won't be mad at me, Athena. No, I won't. Remember, I have to sleep with all the windows open. Do you want to sleep in the guest room, Mary, and then Debbie and I'll sleep in the master bedroom. Sure. I'll washcloth. There's soap and toothpaste in the bathroom. Can you think of anything else you might need? Yes, Athena, how come the store is wired shut? I don't know. What's it lead to? The attic. The wire is really tacky looking, Athena. Let's take it off. No, Debbie. I think we better leave it on. Why? Well, the maid, Angela, she's from Mexico. And she's really nice, but she doesn't speak any English. Anyway, uh, when she was here on Wednesday, she came downstairs looking really upset. I thought maybe the vacuum cleaner broke or something. She took my hair and led me up to this room and pointed at the door and pointed at the wire. She was telling me something, but I only speak French, so I didn't understand her. After I said no comprendo about 14 times, she said, No, no. She pointed at the wire and said, Stay very bad. Anyway, are you sure you don't want to watch the late show with us? No, uh, I'll stay up here. It's a real good one. Been some prizes in it. No, uh, scary movies make you sick of my stomach. Sometimes I even get asthma. No kidding. I guess I'll go brush my teeth. Come on down if you change your mind. Sad in front of the TV set, watching the late night horror movie. The Livingston cat was purring on my lap. And Debbie was devouring her third hot fudge Sunday with great concentration. Upstairs, Mary was sleeping alone. It seemed like an innocent beginning to a bachelor girl's evening. What was that rattling we had heard earlier? Why did Angela the maid feel compelled to wire shut the upstairs door to the attic? And what of Mary's asthma attacks which occur whenever she gets frightened? When Debbie didn't want to turn off the set? Fuss over nothing. It's not exactly nothing. I thought I heard that funny noise again, but the cat's still down here. Maybe it was a TV. Oh yeah, right. Can we turn it back on? As soon as I go, I get scared. Look, Mary, fear is a bottomless pit into which the soul can tumble, crumble, and wallow, if you know what I mean. Not really. I guess it's just a profound way of saying that the emotion of fear is meaningless when viewed in your overall relation to the cosmos. Oh, in other words, don't be scared. We're right here. Oh, all right. Okay, well, good night. Sorry again. No problem, Mary. Now can we turn on TV? Something's trying to get the roof on the other side. Do you have any idea how weird that sounds? Very weird? Very weird. Maybe it sounds weird, but let me tell you, I thought it looked weird, too. And suddenly, it's actually happening to you. Was there indeed a presence lurking behind the door to the attic? Debbie and I watched Mary as she stared, wide-eyed, at the door. I thought, rattling, I really did. Maybe it was just the wind, Mary. No, no, it wasn't the wind. There was a force to it, like something was back there. Uh-huh, sure there was. I saw it. Well, that's just great. What do you want us to do? I don't know, Debbie. Uh, do you want to sleep in the master bedroom with me and Debbie? The couch folds out into a bed. No, because I need the windows open and you'll freeze. I'll stay here, I guess. Well, the movie's over and we're going to sleep. We'll be next door, so you'll hear the noise, too, if there's a problem. Oh, good. Okay, good night. Good night. Good night, Mary. Have you seen her? Mm-hmm. Have you noticed this before? Yeah. That Mary's a little neurotic? A little neurotic? What am I saying? Mary is seriously unbalanced, out of touch, space city. Oh, now, Debbie, everybody has idiosyncrasies. All I've got to say is that it's lucky she's marrying a dentist. Let's drop it. Bring my treat. Over here. What are you talking about? He doesn't know. Oh, what, Debbie? To meet the truth, now. Uh, some drugs, painkillers. Did you think that the club tonight? No. Could anyone have slipped you something? I don't know. I don't think so. Mary, you could have opened that door. How couldn't you snap that freaky iron, too? No, that's right. You probably couldn't. If you were a paranoid spitter-finged, she could. They're stronger than normal people, Debbie. Mary, I think you'd better sleep in our room. Why don't you come back for me? Now I've heard everything. It won't come after you, Mary. You'll be safe with us. It sure wasn't dancing the cat. Debbie, did you turn off the TV? You saw me. That's right. Oh, brother. Now do you believe me? I've seen us. What do you think that was? Um, a burglar, maybe? A laughing burglar. I'm telling you, it was a thing behind the door. What if the living things have a crazy trick in the attic like Mr. Rochester getting in the air? Huh? You know, I'm not a bad person in the attic. What are we going to do now? We're going to calm down. Make up that extra bed for Mary. And forget what just happened. I know you both feel a lot better now that we're here. Up to the end of these nice cozy beds? To be nice, warm, electric blankets? You think that we just imagined it? No way. Hey, Athena, maybe your friend Donna hired somebody to come and scare us. You know, like you hired somebody to do a scene in telegrams. Why would she do a thing like that? Oh, a joke, maybe? What's the pajama party without a good scare? Some joke. I'm probably going to have an asthma attack any second. What if you do, Mary? It's your own fault. As Christmas theory says, asthma is an illusion. Yes, it's an illusion to him. He's probably never had it. He doesn't need to have it. He's a very holy guy. He won't live for six months on a diet of rape and lightning. That's disgusting. That's worse than raising light mice. Where are you two? Stop the trees. Now, let's quiet down and say good night. No, I don't do that. Why not? Because if you say good night, you'll go to sleep and if you go to sleep, that thing will come after me. Well, there may have worked pretty weird. If it wasn't a joke, then I don't know. I just don't think we should go to sleep. What should we do? I know. A hundred bottles of beer on the wall? A hundred bottles of beer? If one of those bottles did happen to fall, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, and 99 bottles of beer on the wall. I know. Do you mean... Why? So we'll all stay awake. Oh, Debbie, don't. They'll hear you and come get us. I think it was in the hall. Not again. Well, I couldn't if I wanted to. My throat gets constricted when I nervous. Quiet. Do you hear anything? No. I still feel a presence outside that door. Do you hear me? I do. Uh-oh. Now what? I wish I'd stayed at the club tonight. Even getting up with that dippy Betty soon and sleep with all their customers is better than this. Don't say that. It's a funeral anniversary. Athena, did you remember to lock the door of this room? It doesn't have a lock. Oh. Shouldn't we put a chair in front of it or something? I think we should stay right here and be as quiet as possible. That was coming from right. What did I tell you? There's somebody here beside us. All right. There's something that's supposed to mean feeling I have. Passed away with that of the atticle. What? Nothing on Earthly. I really don't know. It was just a feeling. Marrying some earthly things couldn't make open that closet door. Sure it could. I was reading strange haunts of the Cornish coastline. And there was this ghost of young Annie Trigivner who ran around opening doors to chicken crooks and letting chickens escape to roam the countryside. Oh, there's a lot of bulls. Debbie, does the book tell how they got rid of the ghost? She's still roaming with the chickens to this door. I'll come back to Earthly, too. It's probably a burger or something. But we don't bother you, Healer. They'll just take all the rocks and leave. The Libby's kids will hate you if they get robbed. I know. I'll just have to take that chance. What would a burger look good in the attic? Well, maybe you were here when we drove up and hid in the attic until we went to bed. And why isn't something? Oh, that's some trick. Oh, brother Mary, I don't have all the answers. Then don't try to pretend that you do it, Sina. I'm telling you, there's something weird going on. I heard something. What? What's that? Have you listened, Debbie? See, I suppose that's the house settling a thing. No, it sounds like someone is in the attic. You can't lock the door, Sina. Purchasing, Debbie. There's books to read. I'm afraid about getting approached by an evil presence. Oh, look. Well, it's not very good. Hello? There's an untimely death by a mysterious stand-door painting. Does anybody know any self-defense? I took three pseudo-lessons. That's not going to help. Maybe if I could do the gals and make set-me-all emotions, it'll fake him out. That's not a good idea, guys. Beauty acts above storage. Don't quarrel. We have more important things to do. Like getting out of here. The thing is, like, well, how do we do that? Obviously, we can't go through the hall. How about the window? It's a straight drop. There's nothing to climb down. Could we jump? I wouldn't unless we have to. Why don't we make a rope ladder out of bedsheets and climb down that? Great idea. I don't know how to climb down a rope. We need to do either. We'll learn. Let's get these sheets off the bed. Oh, I stung my toe with the knife. You know, we got to tie these sheets together or not. I can't tie a knot in there, but the fit of sheets. Then I'll do it. Give it to me. Hurry. Oh, pal. What kind of fucking meal? See, it's dinner. It's not the way to keep quiet when you hurt yourself. It's coming back. Listen. Got the chair caught in the knot. How can you get a chair caught in the knot? Well, you try pulling it loose and see what happens to you. Sure. Hold it. It's straightened, too. Sorry? We couldn't help it. I can't get caught in the knot. Well, tie it back together. We just better get out of here before he dies. Did you get that sheet tied back together? Throw it off. What do you mean, throw it off? Well, it'll do in a pinch and this is a pinch. Okay. Mary, open the window. Baby, tell me, tie the end of our rope ladder to the dead post or something. That's the gun. Wait a minute. That's all free trash. Well, we can't go through the hole. Show that chest of drawers against the door. Good. Our drawers only burn to death and die. Well, you do have a morbid imagination, Mary. Well, we don't have to cross that bridge when it comes to us. If we're going to move this chest of drawers, you two better help me. I'm certainly not going to do it by myself. Okay, okay, okay. Someone's opening the door. He's so tall and graceful. I'm going to make him ask. Please, it better not get your hopes up stabby. See through it, too. I have eyes. I can see that he sees through. Shudder please. Please, please, please, please. At least wait until we get out of the guest room when they're on a scale. We can't. Time to open the seats. It's worth a try. Come on. Out of your mind, Athena? They'll see us. Maybe we're invisible to them. Don't bank on us. Well, unless you have another suggestion, baby, I think we should go for it. Okay, okay, okay. Eveline, please. Everybody does, darling. Oh, my God, this is the time magazine, Linda. If you have money, you don't... Oh, God, I'm hurt. My elbow and your stomach always fell down. I'm Debbie. This is Athena and Mary. We were just leaving. Oh, I'm sorry. What? I imagined it after all. I'm lonely. I've got a subtole of bumps. She's got to have my asthma attack. Who's ringed the bell? How should I know? Come on, go to the door. It's a lady with a great name. She doesn't look. Stay through. You need a dead dog. I guess I didn't see what they looked like. I'm Nancy Warren. I live in that house over there. There's a living room. I'm a houseling. Is everything all right? I heard shots. Really? I thought we'd seen ghosts. Ghosts? Yeah. A kind of ghost. A woman. Really beautiful redhead. And a man. Paul got an handsome haunted god. What? Well, about this time last year it was before your friends bought the house of court. I heard shots in this house and I ran up and I found my neighbor's dead. She was a redhead and he was tall. Very tall and dark-haired. Oh, crazy. You probably read about it in the papers. She was the singer Evelyn Dinell and it was her husband, John DeCosta, who managed her. It was Evelyn Dinell. I'd seen her in concert. You recognized her? I think we saw her ghost. How could that be? In this book I read it said the people who died by murder and suicide had anguished restless unquenchable spirits and are often compelled to relive their deaths in order to come to terms with their spiritual unfoldment or something like that. Oh, I see. No, really. God will listen because it's really easy to understand. Well, I don't want to understand. It's too odd. I'd rather leave all these otherworldly ideas alone. Well, I'll tell you one thing, you guys. I remember hearing about it on the radio. It was in the news the day after a scene of second anniversary. The anniversary of their death is the same as the scene of Kittencock's anniversary. Those died exactly one year ago tonight. Jiminy, then we saw them re-enact in the climb on its anniversary. Happy anniversary to you, Miss. Happy anniversary to Oliver. At least we're still here. Has been brought to you by Sears, Robuck and Governor, where our policy is satisfaction guaranteed or your money back. Sears, where America shops for value. Anniversary was written by Patricia Joyce, produced and directed by Fletcher Marshall. Your host was Vincent Price. Our stars were Joan McCall, Denise Gaelic and Patricia Joyce. Featured in the cast were Vic Perrin and Peggy Weber. The music for Sears Radio Theater was composed and conducted by Nelson Riddle. This is Art Gilmore speaking. The Elliott Lewis production of Sears Radio Theater is a presentation of CBI. CBS News, the president starting at the foreign policy victory tonight in the House on the Panama Canal Treaties. This is John Bohannon reporting on the CBS radio network. The House voted to reject a Republican effort that some officials said would have put an end to the treaties. It was the first closed house session in 149 years and Mariah McLaughlin has more. Right before the House adjourned, it turned down an amendment offered by Republican George Hanson which would have made Panama pay all the cost of the transfer of the canal. Opponents of the measure argued successfully that such a provision went beyond the treaties which had already been ratified by the Senate. Hanson, who is one of the staunchest opponents of the Panama Canal Treaties, said the battle isn't over yet. They may have won the initial skirmish, but they might lose the war because I've heard many people say, well that takes care of that. That means I'm just going to vote against it. So they may have indeed undone themselves. But the leadership is optimistic that the battle is over and got an agreement from the opponents of the treaty that there will be a final vote by midday tomorrow. If the House approves the funding registration, the Senate has still to act before it will become law. Mariah McLaughlin, CBS News, Capitol Hill. The U.S. State Department has condemned the murder today of ABC correspondent Bill Stewart in Monogland, Nicaragua. He and his TV crew stopped at a Nicaraguan National Guard road block in Monogland. Stewart and his interpreter walked to the barricade atop the National Guardsman, but the guardsman ordered Stewart to kneel then lie down. Stewart was holding his pest credentials, but the National Guardsman ticked him while it was lying down and then shot him in the head with a rifle. Bill Stewart was 37 and had been based in New York City. About 94 in correspondence are covering the fighting in Nicaragua. The New York Times reporters as most feel that the Nicaraguan National Guardsman respect their status, but Somozen government officials are open in their hostility towards the journalist. And an editorial in Somoza's newspaper, Novodatez, today quotes government officials as saying, no correspondent who has been coming to Nicaragua in the past two years has told the truth. CBS News correspondent Richard Wagner is in Monogland and we ask him about the dangers of covering the story. We had yesterday, our CBS crew, a good report we found with some National Guards, with one National Guard unit. We followed them into action. They did their job and they ignored us and let us do ours. Conversely, in Leone on Monday, we got with some Sandinistas who having taken Leone or virtually taken the city were more than pleased to show us around and show us their accomplishment. It varies hour by hour, I'm afraid, minute by minute and unit by unit. One can find good cooperation with one unit of the Guard or the Sandinistas and you go around the corner, as has happened to us, you go around the corner and you're told if you don't turn around and start walking, you're going to be dead. CBS News correspondent Richard Wagner in Monogland. FBI agents are talking to a hijacker aboard an American Airlines jet at Chicago's O'Hare International Airport. The plane was on its way from New York City to Chicago about midday when a hijacker told the crew he had a bomb and demanded to be flown to Peru. He agreed to let the pilot land as scheduled in Chicago. After about five hours, he released all passengers and most crew members. He said to be still holding the pilot, the co-pilot and the flight engineer, but the pilot is refusing to take off. He said his plane will stay on the ground at O'Hare. Senator Bob Graham of Florida has ordered the National Guard to protect truckers hauling gasoline to service stations in southern Florida. Odd even systems are in effect in the New York City metropolitan area, Connecticut, and will begin in an hour in New Jersey and parts of Washington, D.C. John Bohennan, CBS News.