An idea for six fifteen minute horror stories in the style of 1940s radio. Before anyone says anything it's meant to be very poorly written, because that was how the shows were done.
SCENE 1. SET UP
F/X:THUNDER
NARRATOR:The dark. The endless companion of the moon. Who knows what secrets it hides? Who knows what the curtain of night secludes in its’ unfolded majesty? Tonight, I intend to take you into the very bowels of horror. Tonight, you will join me in plumbing the very depths of the human psyche, in a story I call…The Marylebone Murdering Monster.
F/X:MASSIVE CLAP OF THUNDER
NARRATOR:My story starts in an old antique shop. Well, in the arcade outside an old antique shop to be precise. It is night time, so this is an old antique shop which has taken the twenty four hour culture to hand. Also security is probably pretty lax as most places lock up arcades at night…(thought) There’s quite a few logistical problems with this story already. Anyway, Major Ronald Myers has seen something in the window he likes. What he was doing down an alley at night I don’t really want to go into…we’ll start the story.
MYERS:My word. A medal from the 1840 war of some kind.
MRS MYERS:Is it valuable?
MYERS:My dear wife, I have been collecting medals like that for about forty years as you well know. I know my medals. And that is one.
MRS MYERS:Well, if oyu have your heart set on it
MYERS:I’ve never noticed this shop here before…
F/X:CREAKING DOOR
NARRATOR:The door opened. The dust and musty smell of the old shop was immediately apparent. But so was the treasure trove of bric-a-brac and furniture which greeted them. It seemed too good to be true
MRS MYERS:I hope it’s not one of those evil antiques shops, where everything is cursed.
MYERS:Nonsense. The council closed all of those down last year.
SHOP KEEPEREVIL) Can I help you?
MYERS:Yes, I’m very interested in that medal you have in the window. The collectable one.
SHOP KEEPERh, you want…the medal.
MYERS:Yes.
SHOP KEEPER:It’s not for sale.
MYERS:Then why, my good man have you put it in the window?
SHOP KEEPER:There is a tale attached to that medal, Sir. A tale so strange, so dark, that whenever I relate the tale to anyone, anyone at all, my head rotates. You see, it belonged to a man who died many years ago, and some say his ghost wanders the night, looking for his badge of valour. Besides, he said he’d be back in Wednesday.
MYERS:I collect medals, I have done for forty years, and I want to buy that medal. I shall give you cash for it.
SHOP KEEPERh, no. I cannot unleash the evil power of that particular talismen. You seem such nice people. The medal is beyond value
MYERS:Four quid.
SHOP KEEPERo you want it wrapped?
NARRATOR:And so the transaction took place. Failing to heed the shop keepers advice of keeping the medal in a locked metal box at the bottom of the canal, they opted for the less secure paper bag. Mr Myers was keen – perhaps too keen to show his children
CHILDaddy, Daddy!
MRS MYERS:Now, Winston, don’t irritate your father.
CHILD2:Has he got a new medal?
CHILD3:I dreamt daddy had bought a new medal and it was evil! It was evil and there was a monster and he was going to kill us all!!!
CHILD4:Can I have some milk?
MRS MYERS:But…you’re lactose intolerant!
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