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“House in Cypress Canyon,” starring Robert Taylor, from the radio series SUSPENSE. This episode is widely considered one of the most terrifying shows broadcast during the Golden Age of Radio. A couple moves into a new rental house, and finds blood running from beneath a closet door… This episode aired on December 5, 1946.
“House in Cypress Canyon,” starring Robert Taylor, from the radio series SUSPENSE. This episode is widely considered one of the most terrifying shows broadcast during the Golden Age of Radio. A couple moves into a new rental house, and finds blood running from beneath a closet door… This episode aired on December 5, 1946.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
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Speaker 2 (00:06):
Suspence Tonight, Roma Wines bring you Robert Taylor in the
House in Cyprus Canyon, a suspense play, produced, edited and
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Speaker 3 (00:59):
Merry Christmas, all right, how's the real estate business?
Speaker 2 (01:02):
Kind of early with your greeting? Not just Sam?
Speaker 3 (01:04):
Well, I got to get them in sometime. I mean,
I see you again until next Christmas.
Speaker 4 (01:08):
This real estate racket gets any crazy, I'll be dead
by next Christmas.
Speaker 2 (01:12):
I'm glad you could get up here, though, Sam.
Speaker 3 (01:14):
What's on your mind? Jerry?
Speaker 4 (01:16):
You'll probably shoot me when you hear it, Sam, because
I'm probably nuts.
Speaker 3 (01:19):
But dog on it.
Speaker 2 (01:21):
You're a detective and you're my pal, and I just
had to.
Speaker 3 (01:24):
Tell somebody you sound like it's serious.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
I just did.
Speaker 4 (01:27):
I don't know what it is, Sam, But now listen
you you know we're agents for a group of houses
up in Cyprus Canyon, those places that have started before
the war never got finished. Oh yeah, all I got
in was the foundations, just concrete and a couple of beams.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Well they've been finished now.
Speaker 4 (01:42):
In fact, I'm putting up the four rent on the
last of them today.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
What do you want police protection from the mob?
Speaker 5 (01:47):
Yeah?
Speaker 2 (01:48):
Listen, Sam.
Speaker 4 (01:49):
This house that I'm talking about, it's got a number now,
twenty two fifty six. But before when the men went
back to work on it about three months ago, well
they just started when the foreman on the job brought
me a shoe box that he'd found up on a beam.
Speaker 3 (02:04):
And this box had a what.
Speaker 2 (02:05):
Do you call it?
Speaker 4 (02:06):
A manuscript in it, the story kind of all written.
Speaker 2 (02:09):
Now.
Speaker 4 (02:10):
Well, he gave me the thing. I read it. I
didn't think much about it. I put it in my desk.
But the other day and I happened to drive by there.
I saw the number on the house and what the
house looked like. I thought of this manuscript, Well, I
don't like it, that's all.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
Something funny about it?
Speaker 3 (02:26):
What's funny? About it.
Speaker 4 (02:27):
Well, mind you, this thing was found in an unfinished
house in Cypress Canyon.
Speaker 2 (02:32):
House was only just started building.
Speaker 3 (02:34):
All right, Well, listen.
Speaker 4 (02:36):
Sam, I want to read it to you if you've
got the time, and you'll see what I mean.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Here's how it begins. To whom it may concern.
Speaker 4 (02:45):
My reasons for setting down on paper what follows here
will be abundant.
Speaker 2 (02:49):
There will be abundantly clear to anyone into whose possession
it made For First, let me say that I'm a
very ordinary person. My name is James A. Woods. I'm
thirty five years old by professional chemical engineer. My wife, Ellen,
was a school teacher when I met and married her
in Indiana seven years ago. There's nothing in the past
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life of either one of us to suggest remotely any
cause or reason for the dreadful thing that has invaded
our lives. Our married life has been in no way
different from that of millions of other average, reasonably happy
and continual families. Three months ago, I was ordered by
my firm to take choice for rather minor project in
Los Angeles. Polly would be exact. The order was a
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sudden one. There'd been no time to secure accommodations and
conditions being what they are, the inevitable result was that,
until day before yesterday, we'd been living in the cramped
quarters of one of those characteristic California motels. Needless to say,
most of our spare time had been devoted to a
search for something more permanent and comfortable. But the fruits
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of these efforts had been financially and in every other way,
a geometrical progression of discouragement. Until last Saturday afternoon noon,
only four days before Christmas, we were driving into town
on our way to a movie when Ellen saw it.
Speaker 6 (04:07):
Jim, look what that sign in front of that real
estate office?
Speaker 2 (04:10):
Oh yeah, but don't you.
Speaker 1 (04:11):
See what it says for rents furnished two bedroom house.
Speaker 6 (04:14):
Closely in immediate occupancy.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
Yeah, how are you going to start?
Speaker 6 (04:18):
Oh?
Speaker 2 (04:18):
Ellen, you know a sign like that and mean, right
out in plainside in front of a real estate all.
Oh yeah, but so they want six hundred dollars a month.
Never know, until we have there's any good at all.
There are probably fifty people fighting for it right back there.
Speaker 6 (04:28):
Now, there's no harm in trying.
Speaker 2 (04:30):
Now he's there, You really want to go back.
Speaker 6 (04:32):
It's probably foolish, but what can we lose.
Speaker 2 (04:35):
Okay, darling, come on, cheer up.
Speaker 6 (04:37):
How do you know, maybe our luck and change, Maybe
fate's going to give us a nice new.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
House for a Christmas present. All right, Oh uh, we're
sorry to bother you, but we just happened to see
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that for rent sign outside. Oh yeah, I hung it
outside just this minute. Is the house available?
Speaker 3 (05:08):
Why?
Speaker 2 (05:08):
Sure? Sure it is? Uh, let me introduce myself. My
name is James A. Woods, and this is my wife Ellen.
I do wow, looks like it's fixing the rain. Yes,
so it does, doesn't it. Well, it was one of
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those things. The real estate agent had just been authorized
to rent the place by mail that morning, and he'd
hardly had time to look at himself and put up
his sign. When we drove up. It was just an
ordinary little California house, about halfway up Cipress Canyon, number
twenty two fifty six, Just an ordinary, undistinguished little house.
The agent didn't know much about it. Construction on it
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had been stopped by the warrant. It had just been completed
and furnished. Lately, it's been vacant twelve somebody's estate was
being settled, and now it's owned by a bank. In Sacramento.
Of course we didn't we hee is the mail along
with the authorization to rent only one? There is because
you can have duplicates. Mate. Yeah, it seems to stick
a little. Oh no, there it is.
Speaker 1 (06:22):
It doesn't sound as though that door had ever been opened.
Speaker 2 (06:25):
A little oil on the hinges and thick that all right? Sure? No,
Now here's your living room.
Speaker 3 (06:30):
Furniture is a little dusty of card.
Speaker 2 (06:31):
You gotta expect that it's good furniture, though, you say,
Benson Brothers. Yes, now over, here's a little dam panels.
You see radio fireplace.
Speaker 4 (06:41):
Really a very attractive little room, particularly for a man.
Speaker 2 (06:44):
Uh huh. Yeah.
Speaker 4 (06:46):
Now the bedroom's off the living room here.
Speaker 2 (06:48):
Everything's all on one floor. You understand.
Speaker 3 (06:51):
It's quite nice.
Speaker 4 (06:52):
Yes, you can see you get the morning sun here.
There's a view of the canyons through the one windows
got crossed.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
That's about all there was to It wasn't the best
place in the world. It was small and badly built,
but what would you have done. We took it with
as little inspection as that. It was the sanity before Christmas,
and the very same evening we were struggling up the
steps from the road to suitcases and boxes and armloads
of clothes and all the endless brick of bract people
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collect and never know they have until they move. Ellen
began unpacking, and I began moving things around and taking
the worst of the pictures off the wall, doing all
the little things that everybody does when they move into
a new place and try to give it something in
their own power. Couse, you know, it's a roof over
our head for Christmas next morning?
Speaker 1 (07:39):
We ever thought we did, isn't it.
Speaker 6 (07:41):
Now?
Speaker 1 (07:42):
What in the world are we.
Speaker 3 (07:43):
Going to do with those two pictures?
Speaker 2 (07:45):
Why don't we just leave them where they are?
Speaker 1 (07:47):
Sim We can't, they're too awful.
Speaker 2 (07:49):
Oh all right, put them in the closet.
Speaker 1 (07:50):
Then I can't.
Speaker 2 (07:51):
Both the closets are jam fools. No, I mean the
other one and the little alcove off the den. At
least there's a door there. I suppose it's the closet
that isn't the commentary on the house?
Speaker 1 (08:00):
Uh a woman moving into a house without even knowing
where all the closets are.
Speaker 4 (08:04):
Take the pictures down?
Speaker 1 (08:05):
What are you, honey?
Speaker 3 (08:06):
Bring 'em in here?
Speaker 2 (08:07):
Okay, okay, I guess you'll.
Speaker 3 (08:09):
Have to help me with this door.
Speaker 2 (08:11):
I can't get it open. Let me see it. Well
course you can't selly it's locked? Or are those keys
we found on the desk? Hu? Get there? Mm up?
Not this one? Sure? This one long work? Yuh? Feels
like an awful solid door for a closet.
Speaker 1 (08:30):
Oh, and that's one solid door in the house.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
No this, I'm gonna do it either. Well, we'll just
have to get a locks met up here on money,
I'll put the pictures behind the desk.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
Okay, yeah, alright, Jim, if you could just help me
move this arm chair?
Speaker 2 (08:42):
Huh, Well, the way you let it go until the marrow.
You know what time it is.
Speaker 6 (08:45):
Oh but honey, I'd like to get the place looking
just a little.
Speaker 2 (08:48):
It's almost midnight. In fact, it's it's exactly what was
that tom cat? I guess out of the bruce somewhere
sounded near? That doesn't go on? All nice? Don't as
much we can do about it. Come on that one.
I'm dead tired, all right, Jim. Where'd you put the toothpace?
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Think it's right in the medicine cabinet.
Speaker 6 (09:11):
Oh yeah, Jim, we ought to get some firewood tomorrow,
you know, a fire in that living room and.
Speaker 2 (09:16):
Make all the difference Sunday.
Speaker 1 (09:19):
Well, Jim, I think red curtains are what we need,
don't you. You know, just at least to the living
room anyway. The ones in there now have just got
to come down.
Speaker 2 (09:30):
Yeah, I suppose they do.
Speaker 1 (09:32):
What do you think of red, Jim?
Speaker 2 (09:38):
It's some timecat, Jimmy sounded in the house. Oh no,
how could it be in the house, Evel, And we've
been over every inch of the house except that closet. Now,
how could a cat or anything else be in the
closet that's been locked up for over a year.
Speaker 1 (09:56):
I don't know.
Speaker 2 (09:56):
It's probably under the house, a wild cat or mountain
lion or something. Right here? They Adam in California, Jim.
I don't like him either, Do I like it? But
there's nothing we can do about it tonight.
Speaker 6 (10:05):
Oh maybe we ought to call somebody, the police or something, neighbor, Billy.
Speaker 2 (10:08):
Ellen, you act like a kid. Come on, let's go
to bed.
Speaker 1 (10:12):
Huh Oh, all right, I suppose it is silly, Jimmy.
Did you lock the door?
Speaker 2 (10:17):
Yeah? Yeah? Can I turn out the lights now?
Speaker 4 (10:20):
Yeah?
Speaker 6 (10:21):
All right?
Speaker 2 (10:23):
Good night, Ellen, sleep time.
Speaker 1 (10:24):
The night, Chim.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
I don't know what time it was perhaps an hour,
perhaps only a half hour later. My mind was in
that hazy borderland between sleep and a dream, and that's
still part of consciousness when I was away, Ellen, are
you all right?
Speaker 6 (10:47):
Yes?
Speaker 2 (10:48):
Should a night mar or something?
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Oh?
Speaker 6 (10:51):
I heard it too.
Speaker 2 (10:52):
Oh that didn't sound like any cat. Put on a light. Yeah,
it seemed to be out there. Jimmy in the house somewhere.
I'm going to look into this.
Speaker 6 (11:02):
Jim, you be careful.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Come on my shotgun in the den.
Speaker 6 (11:06):
I think, Jim, there's something wet, wet running from under
the closet door.
Speaker 2 (11:19):
Ticky, Ellen, don't don't touch it.
Speaker 4 (11:22):
I had to.
Speaker 2 (11:25):
Jim. It's blood los suspense. Roma Wines are bringing you
Robert Taylor in the House in Cyprus Canyon, Roma Winds
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Speaker 7 (11:55):
Hudson River Radio dot Com. We're so good we don't
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Speaker 2 (12:02):
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Speaker 6 (12:04):
You're local Rockland County station.
Speaker 2 (12:06):
And now Roma Wines bring back to our Hollywood sound stage.
Robert Taylor as James A. Woods, with Kathy Lewis as
his wife Ellen, in the House in Cypress Canyon, A
tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. It cannot
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be too difficult to understand from the fort going why
I've taken the pains to sit down and writing the
events related here. To find in one's newly rented house
a closet which cannot be opened is in itself certainly
no great cause for alarm. But to be awakened in
the stillness of the night by unearthly cries within that house,
to find oozing from under that closet door, something that
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is unquestionably blood, that's another matter. Perhaps others might have
been braver than we. Suffice it only to say that
we got out of the house in something very close
to a panic, and only returned when we had the
moral support of two stalwart Los Angeles police people.
Speaker 3 (13:10):
Were just moved in here.
Speaker 2 (13:11):
You say, that's right, offer you can you can see
we're still unpacking, and the price has been empty right
along before that. I don't know much about that part
of it. You could check all that with the real
estate Agentoe, Well, where is this closet?
Speaker 1 (13:22):
Oh, it's right in here, officer.
Speaker 2 (13:25):
And the blood, the blood is where where's the blood?
Speaker 1 (13:29):
Jim?
Speaker 2 (13:31):
Oh? Sorry, I swear to you there was blood on
the floor less than an hour ago. I saw it.
Uh huh. It was running out from under that door.
We heard that noise and we got up and then
we saw it. The door was locked locked. Huh. Oh,
well it seemed to.
Speaker 3 (13:44):
Be all right.
Speaker 2 (13:45):
Now, hey, you folks aren't trying to be funny, are you.
Speaker 6 (13:51):
Isn't there anything in it?
Speaker 4 (13:52):
No, ma'am, there is not.
Speaker 2 (13:54):
Look, officer, we're reputable people. You can call my firm.
They'll tell you all about me. The wrong with this closet.
Speaker 3 (14:00):
Walls are solid, no trap doors.
Speaker 2 (14:02):
Do you think I'm lying? I didn't say that, mister.
Speaker 4 (14:06):
Oh, you probably did hear some sort of noise and
you got a little panicking.
Speaker 6 (14:12):
It got on my hand.
Speaker 4 (14:13):
Isn't there now, is it?
Speaker 2 (14:15):
Yes? Where I feel it? Now, you folks just take
it easy. You're liable to hear all kinds of noises
up in these canyons at night. You're from the east
to say, uh, yeah, I'm sorry. Oh ah, that's all right,
that's all right. If you have any real trouble, call
on us anytime. All right, well, and good night.
Speaker 3 (14:40):
Hey, you ought to have this door fixed. That's enough
to scare it.
Speaker 2 (14:45):
Yeah, we're we're going to have it fixed. We didn't
say much about it after that. There wasn't much that
could be said. The next day I went down to
a lot and bought a little Christmas tree and trimmings,
and we tried to pretend we were cheerful, but there
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was no uneasiness between us that had never been there before.
Ellen seemed tired and listless. Several times during the day
I noticed her washing her hands with a with a brush,
scrubbing the one that had touched the blood. That night,
we each took a sleeping pill and went to bed
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some time after midnight, when I was suddenly wide awake
and staring into the darkness. In some way I knew
at once and instinctively WoT had awakened me. Ellen was
not in her bed, nor in the room. The nameless
thing I feared to drifted my heart until I could
scarcely breathing. I opened the bedroom door and started through
the house, putting on every light that I could find.
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There was not much to search, but I searched thoroughly,
the living room, the kitchen, bathroom, day and even the garage.
And all the time the dread of looking where I
knew at last, I must look, or I think I
knew from the very first time where I'd find her.
It must have been a full minute that I stood
before that closet door. Then I opened it. She stood there, rigid,
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her arms at her sides, her fingers extended like claws.
Her hair was over her face, her eyes stared out
of it, her lips were drawn back in a grin,
like an animal at bay. For a moment, I was
frozen with the horror of it. I stretched out my hand,
very deliberately. She turned her head and sunk her teeth
until they met into the flash of my forearm. I'd
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raised my hand to strike at her, but already she'd
relaxed her hold and gone utterly limp. She would have
fallen unless I'd caught her. She carried her into the
bedroom and later on the bed. Strangely, at that moment,
my only thought was how I might revive her, until
I saw that it was. It was not a faint.
It was that she'd fallen into sleep, as deep and
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heavy as though she'd been drugged, And so I left her.
But for me that night there was no sleep. Yeah, yes, Ellen,
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Oh what are you doing up so early? Oh?
Speaker 4 (17:31):
Right.
Speaker 2 (17:32):
I got a little restless when i'd make some coffee.
Speaker 3 (17:34):
Oh, I had the most wonderful sleep, m and I
feel so arrested.
Speaker 6 (17:42):
Do you, Jim, what what's the matter with your arm?
Speaker 2 (17:49):
Oh? I just heard it, Honey. It's terribly swollen. Let
me see. Oh it's all right, Ellen, it isn't all right.
He's got to see doctor Wesley right away. Heromissed me, Jim,
that you will go the first thing this morning. How
did it happen? Oh? I there was a dog, a dog, Yeah,
I heard him trying to chew through the screen door.
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I went out to chase him away, and he bit me.
Speaker 6 (18:15):
I mean, it is all that racket.
Speaker 2 (18:17):
I didn't even wake up. No, Ellen, you didn't even
wake up. It was clear to me that Ellen knew
nothing of what had transpired the night before. I went
to my office that morning and made a pretense of
going over routine business, if only to restore my mind
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to some semblance of calm by the sight and sound
of common, familiar things. The pain in my arm had
become a persistent, dull, throbbing. I made a late appointment
to doctor Wesley. He treated my arm with something of
an arched eyebrow, and.
Speaker 4 (18:53):
He said, oh, I've never seen anything quite like it before.
Speaker 2 (18:57):
That is such a rapid onset of infections. It was
dark when I left his office. I hadn't realized it
was so late. Driving home, my car seemed sluggish, and
though I saw the needle on the dashboard and realized
that I was pushing it to the utmost of its speed,
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and I was racing home to prevent, prevent something before
it was too late for the darkness conspired against me,
or somehow I already knew with certainty that it was
the darkness and the night that I had the fear.
The curves of the canyon seemed endless, and then the
cold fear leaped up inside me. My house, too was dark.
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I went slowly up the stone steps in the road,
looking train for some sign of light or light. There
was none. The house was empty. All them was darne.
I looked with the same self torturing thoughness, and in
that closet, first of all, knowing as I did so,
there was hopeless, so alone in that empty house, I waited,
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powerless and helpless. Now then he thought, he will empty
as the house itself, save only for the overwhelming sense
of a terrible foreboding for some time in the early
hours of the morning. I snapped on the radio shortwave.
Why surely a minor question. Now, I only know that
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I did. And then I heard it. R fifty eight
car five aight, go to Laurel Canyon, the four thousand block,
the report that a man has been injured or attack.
Speaker 1 (20:33):
If it thought to be critical, the ambulance will follow,
That is all.
Speaker 2 (20:39):
I was there almost before the police, aging my way
through the little cloud, staring down at a man lying
down his white uniform under the street light. Yeah, the milkman.
Poor guy. I heard him scream. But when I got here,
just like this, stand back, please please stand back. Well
you again, I heard it on the radio. I lived
just down the road. Yeah, I remember, well what happened. Well,
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take a look, maybe you can tell us. He was
dead and he was lying on his back, and his
throat had been torn out, as though by the fangs
of some wild animals. It is now Christmas Eve, or
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rather Christmas morning, for it's a little after midnight. I've
been waiting here here in the stillness of this empty
house for nearly twenty four hours, waiting for.
Speaker 3 (21:38):
The end.
Speaker 2 (21:40):
Already once to night. I've heard that dreadful wailing cry
somewhere in the hills. I've nailed up the closet door.
But that I I know is childish, useless. My arm
is horribly swollen and turning black. But that's nothing. It's
another end that I perceives as surely as other men
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foresee the rising of the sun. I hear to cry again.
It's near enough. I shall leave these notes in a
sealed envelope and put it in a shoe box, in
the hope that someone will give credence to these dark
and terrible events, if indeed such nameless horrors can never
yield to mortal understanding. As for myself, I feel no
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longer any fear or even sorrow, only a desire at
the end. And the thing that I must do may
come soon, and it will be soon, I know, yes.
But there is someone at the door.
Speaker 4 (22:52):
One at the door. Well, what do you make with sent?
Speaker 3 (22:58):
What a yarn?
Speaker 4 (23:00):
That's what I thought. Now, listen, that's not quite all
of it. Clip to it's a newspaper, clippers, listen.
Speaker 2 (23:07):
Hollywood.
Speaker 4 (23:07):
December the twenty sixth, police reported what was apparently a
case of murder and suicide in Cyprus Canyon sometime in
the early hours of the morning. The victims were James A. Woods,
the chemical engineer, and his wife Ellen. Preliminary investigation indicates
that Missus Woods was killed by the blast of a
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shotgun in the hands of her husband, who then turned
the weapon upon himself. That she fought desperately for her life, however,
was evidenced by the disorder of the room and the
severe lacerations inflicted upon her husband about the neck and arms.
This is the second tragedy to be reported in Cyprus
Canyon within twenty four hours, the other being the unexplained
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death of Frank Polanski, a milkman.
Speaker 3 (23:53):
Well, no such murders or whatever they were, ever occurred.
If that's what's worrying, the clipping those things printed up,
you know, Oh no, it's not that, Sam.
Speaker 4 (24:02):
That story was found in an unfinished house in Cypress Canyon,
no number, no nothing, just the framework. Now that house
is finished when I drove by it today. But that's
what stopped me, Sam, because it all fits now that
it's finished. It is the house in the story, the
same construction, the same vines and creepers on the lawn,
even the same number.
Speaker 3 (24:22):
So what a guy who knows roughly what this house
is going to be like rights a yarn and loses
it at something?
Speaker 4 (24:27):
Did he know the place was going to be listed
for rental today the Saturday before Christmas?
Speaker 3 (24:31):
Cherry coincident? Two bits. You find the guy next door
as a ghost story writer or something, and he's been
wondering for a year what happened to that thing? He wrote?
Speaker 2 (24:41):
Okay, coincidence.
Speaker 3 (24:45):
And I'm sorry I bothered. You don't be silly. I
liked it. It's a good yarn. That's the corn sign
you were talking about.
Speaker 2 (24:53):
Oh yeah, yeah, I'm gonna put it up outside and.
Speaker 3 (24:57):
Well, saloon Jerry, and Merry Christmas again.
Speaker 4 (25:00):
Thanks that.
Speaker 2 (25:02):
I guess I was kind of zilly a right.
Speaker 3 (25:05):
Listen, when a guy named whatever it is Woods where
a wife named Ellen comes in to rent that place
from you, then.
Speaker 2 (25:11):
You can start worrying. Yeah, well, so long, so long
Shore come in. Oh we're sorry to bother you, but
we just happened to see that poor rent sign outside.
Yeah I hung it out Joseph's minute.
Speaker 3 (25:32):
Is the house available?
Speaker 2 (25:33):
For sure? Sure? It is. Let me introduce myself. My
name is James A. Woods and this is my wife Ellen.
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Speaker 3 (00:59):
Merry Christmas, all right, how's the real estate business?
Speaker 2 (01:02):
Kind of early with your greeting? Not just Sam?
Speaker 3 (01:04):
Well, I got to get them in sometime. I mean,
I see you again until next Christmas.
Speaker 4 (01:08):
This real estate racket gets any crazy, I'll be dead
by next Christmas.
Speaker 2 (01:12):
I'm glad you could get up here, though, Sam.
Speaker 3 (01:14):
What's on your mind? Jerry?
Speaker 4 (01:16):
You'll probably shoot me when you hear it, Sam, because
I'm probably nuts.
Speaker 3 (01:19):
But dog on it.
Speaker 2 (01:21):
You're a detective and you're my pal, and I just
had to.
Speaker 3 (01:24):
Tell somebody you sound like it's serious.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
I just did.
Speaker 4 (01:27):
I don't know what it is, Sam, But now listen
you you know we're agents for a group of houses
up in Cyprus Canyon, those places that have started before
the war never got finished. Oh yeah, all I got
in was the foundations, just concrete and a couple of beams.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Well they've been finished now.
Speaker 4 (01:42):
In fact, I'm putting up the four rent on the
last of them today.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
What do you want police protection from the mob?
Speaker 5 (01:47):
Yeah?
Speaker 2 (01:48):
Listen, Sam.
Speaker 4 (01:49):
This house that I'm talking about, it's got a number now,
twenty two fifty six. But before when the men went
back to work on it about three months ago, well
they just started when the foreman on the job brought
me a shoe box that he'd found up on a beam.
Speaker 3 (02:04):
And this box had a what.
Speaker 2 (02:05):
Do you call it?
Speaker 4 (02:06):
A manuscript in it, the story kind of all written.
Speaker 2 (02:09):
Now.
Speaker 4 (02:10):
Well, he gave me the thing. I read it. I
didn't think much about it. I put it in my desk.
But the other day and I happened to drive by there.
I saw the number on the house and what the
house looked like. I thought of this manuscript, Well, I
don't like it, that's all.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
Something funny about it?
Speaker 3 (02:26):
What's funny? About it.
Speaker 4 (02:27):
Well, mind you, this thing was found in an unfinished
house in Cypress Canyon.
Speaker 2 (02:32):
House was only just started building.
Speaker 3 (02:34):
All right, Well, listen.
Speaker 4 (02:36):
Sam, I want to read it to you if you've
got the time, and you'll see what I mean.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Here's how it begins. To whom it may concern.
Speaker 4 (02:45):
My reasons for setting down on paper what follows here
will be abundant.
Speaker 2 (02:49):
There will be abundantly clear to anyone into whose possession
it made For First, let me say that I'm a
very ordinary person. My name is James A. Woods. I'm
thirty five years old by professional chemical engineer. My wife, Ellen,
was a school teacher when I met and married her
in Indiana seven years ago. There's nothing in the past
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life of either one of us to suggest remotely any
cause or reason for the dreadful thing that has invaded
our lives. Our married life has been in no way
different from that of millions of other average, reasonably happy
and continual families. Three months ago, I was ordered by
my firm to take choice for rather minor project in
Los Angeles. Polly would be exact. The order was a
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sudden one. There'd been no time to secure accommodations and
conditions being what they are, the inevitable result was that,
until day before yesterday, we'd been living in the cramped
quarters of one of those characteristic California motels. Needless to say,
most of our spare time had been devoted to a
search for something more permanent and comfortable. But the fruits
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of these efforts had been financially and in every other way,
a geometrical progression of discouragement. Until last Saturday afternoon noon,
only four days before Christmas, we were driving into town
on our way to a movie when Ellen saw it.
Speaker 6 (04:07):
Jim, look what that sign in front of that real
estate office?
Speaker 2 (04:10):
Oh yeah, but don't you.
Speaker 1 (04:11):
See what it says for rents furnished two bedroom house.
Speaker 6 (04:14):
Closely in immediate occupancy.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
Yeah, how are you going to start?
Speaker 6 (04:18):
Oh?
Speaker 2 (04:18):
Ellen, you know a sign like that and mean, right
out in plainside in front of a real estate all.
Oh yeah, but so they want six hundred dollars a month.
Never know, until we have there's any good at all.
There are probably fifty people fighting for it right back there.
Speaker 6 (04:28):
Now, there's no harm in trying.
Speaker 2 (04:30):
Now he's there, You really want to go back.
Speaker 6 (04:32):
It's probably foolish, but what can we lose.
Speaker 2 (04:35):
Okay, darling, come on, cheer up.
Speaker 6 (04:37):
How do you know, maybe our luck and change, Maybe
fate's going to give us a nice new.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
House for a Christmas present. All right, Oh uh, we're
sorry to bother you, but we just happened to see
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that for rent sign outside. Oh yeah, I hung it
outside just this minute. Is the house available?
Speaker 3 (05:08):
Why?
Speaker 2 (05:08):
Sure? Sure it is? Uh, let me introduce myself. My
name is James A. Woods, and this is my wife Ellen.
I do wow, looks like it's fixing the rain. Yes,
so it does, doesn't it. Well, it was one of
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those things. The real estate agent had just been authorized
to rent the place by mail that morning, and he'd
hardly had time to look at himself and put up
his sign. When we drove up. It was just an
ordinary little California house, about halfway up Cipress Canyon, number
twenty two fifty six, Just an ordinary, undistinguished little house.
The agent didn't know much about it. Construction on it
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had been stopped by the warrant. It had just been completed
and furnished. Lately, it's been vacant twelve somebody's estate was
being settled, and now it's owned by a bank. In Sacramento.
Of course we didn't we hee is the mail along
with the authorization to rent only one? There is because
you can have duplicates. Mate. Yeah, it seems to stick
a little. Oh no, there it is.
Speaker 1 (06:22):
It doesn't sound as though that door had ever been opened.
Speaker 2 (06:25):
A little oil on the hinges and thick that all right? Sure? No,
Now here's your living room.
Speaker 3 (06:30):
Furniture is a little dusty of card.
Speaker 2 (06:31):
You gotta expect that it's good furniture, though, you say,
Benson Brothers. Yes, now over, here's a little dam panels.
You see radio fireplace.
Speaker 4 (06:41):
Really a very attractive little room, particularly for a man.
Speaker 2 (06:44):
Uh huh. Yeah.
Speaker 4 (06:46):
Now the bedroom's off the living room here.
Speaker 2 (06:48):
Everything's all on one floor. You understand.
Speaker 3 (06:51):
It's quite nice.
Speaker 4 (06:52):
Yes, you can see you get the morning sun here.
There's a view of the canyons through the one windows
got crossed.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
That's about all there was to It wasn't the best
place in the world. It was small and badly built,
but what would you have done. We took it with
as little inspection as that. It was the sanity before Christmas,
and the very same evening we were struggling up the
steps from the road to suitcases and boxes and armloads
of clothes and all the endless brick of bract people
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collect and never know they have until they move. Ellen
began unpacking, and I began moving things around and taking
the worst of the pictures off the wall, doing all
the little things that everybody does when they move into
a new place and try to give it something in
their own power. Couse, you know, it's a roof over
our head for Christmas next morning?
Speaker 1 (07:39):
We ever thought we did, isn't it.
Speaker 6 (07:41):
Now?
Speaker 1 (07:42):
What in the world are we.
Speaker 3 (07:43):
Going to do with those two pictures?
Speaker 2 (07:45):
Why don't we just leave them where they are?
Speaker 1 (07:47):
Sim We can't, they're too awful.
Speaker 2 (07:49):
Oh all right, put them in the closet.
Speaker 1 (07:50):
Then I can't.
Speaker 2 (07:51):
Both the closets are jam fools. No, I mean the
other one and the little alcove off the den. At
least there's a door there. I suppose it's the closet
that isn't the commentary on the house?
Speaker 1 (08:00):
Uh a woman moving into a house without even knowing
where all the closets are.
Speaker 4 (08:04):
Take the pictures down?
Speaker 1 (08:05):
What are you, honey?
Speaker 3 (08:06):
Bring 'em in here?
Speaker 2 (08:07):
Okay, okay, I guess you'll.
Speaker 3 (08:09):
Have to help me with this door.
Speaker 2 (08:11):
I can't get it open. Let me see it. Well
course you can't selly it's locked? Or are those keys
we found on the desk? Hu? Get there? Mm up?
Not this one? Sure? This one long work? Yuh? Feels
like an awful solid door for a closet.
Speaker 1 (08:30):
Oh, and that's one solid door in the house.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
No this, I'm gonna do it either. Well, we'll just
have to get a locks met up here on money,
I'll put the pictures behind the desk.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
Okay, yeah, alright, Jim, if you could just help me
move this arm chair?
Speaker 2 (08:42):
Huh, Well, the way you let it go until the marrow.
You know what time it is.
Speaker 6 (08:45):
Oh but honey, I'd like to get the place looking
just a little.
Speaker 2 (08:48):
It's almost midnight. In fact, it's it's exactly what was
that tom cat? I guess out of the bruce somewhere
sounded near? That doesn't go on? All nice? Don't as
much we can do about it. Come on that one.
I'm dead tired, all right, Jim. Where'd you put the toothpace?
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Think it's right in the medicine cabinet.
Speaker 6 (09:11):
Oh yeah, Jim, we ought to get some firewood tomorrow,
you know, a fire in that living room and.
Speaker 2 (09:16):
Make all the difference Sunday.
Speaker 1 (09:19):
Well, Jim, I think red curtains are what we need,
don't you. You know, just at least to the living
room anyway. The ones in there now have just got
to come down.
Speaker 2 (09:30):
Yeah, I suppose they do.
Speaker 1 (09:32):
What do you think of red, Jim?
Speaker 2 (09:38):
It's some timecat, Jimmy sounded in the house. Oh no,
how could it be in the house, Evel, And we've
been over every inch of the house except that closet. Now,
how could a cat or anything else be in the
closet that's been locked up for over a year.
Speaker 1 (09:56):
I don't know.
Speaker 2 (09:56):
It's probably under the house, a wild cat or mountain
lion or something. Right here? They Adam in California, Jim.
I don't like him either, Do I like it? But
there's nothing we can do about it tonight.
Speaker 6 (10:05):
Oh maybe we ought to call somebody, the police or something, neighbor, Billy.
Speaker 2 (10:08):
Ellen, you act like a kid. Come on, let's go
to bed.
Speaker 1 (10:12):
Huh Oh, all right, I suppose it is silly, Jimmy.
Did you lock the door?
Speaker 2 (10:17):
Yeah? Yeah? Can I turn out the lights now?
Speaker 4 (10:20):
Yeah?
Speaker 6 (10:21):
All right?
Speaker 2 (10:23):
Good night, Ellen, sleep time.
Speaker 1 (10:24):
The night, Chim.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
I don't know what time it was perhaps an hour,
perhaps only a half hour later. My mind was in
that hazy borderland between sleep and a dream, and that's
still part of consciousness when I was away, Ellen, are
you all right?
Speaker 6 (10:47):
Yes?
Speaker 2 (10:48):
Should a night mar or something?
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Oh?
Speaker 6 (10:51):
I heard it too.
Speaker 2 (10:52):
Oh that didn't sound like any cat. Put on a light. Yeah,
it seemed to be out there. Jimmy in the house somewhere.
I'm going to look into this.
Speaker 6 (11:02):
Jim, you be careful.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Come on my shotgun in the den.
Speaker 6 (11:06):
I think, Jim, there's something wet, wet running from under
the closet door.
Speaker 2 (11:19):
Ticky, Ellen, don't don't touch it.
Speaker 4 (11:22):
I had to.
Speaker 2 (11:25):
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Robert Taylor as James A. Woods, with Kathy Lewis as
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be too difficult to understand from the fort going why
I've taken the pains to sit down and writing the
events related here. To find in one's newly rented house
a closet which cannot be opened is in itself certainly
no great cause for alarm. But to be awakened in
the stillness of the night by unearthly cries within that house,
to find oozing from under that closet door, something that
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is unquestionably blood, that's another matter. Perhaps others might have
been braver than we. Suffice it only to say that
we got out of the house in something very close
to a panic, and only returned when we had the
moral support of two stalwart Los Angeles police people.
Speaker 3 (13:10):
Were just moved in here.
Speaker 2 (13:11):
You say, that's right, offer you can you can see
we're still unpacking, and the price has been empty right
along before that. I don't know much about that part
of it. You could check all that with the real
estate Agentoe, Well, where is this closet?
Speaker 1 (13:22):
Oh, it's right in here, officer.
Speaker 2 (13:25):
And the blood, the blood is where where's the blood?
Speaker 1 (13:29):
Jim?
Speaker 2 (13:31):
Oh? Sorry, I swear to you there was blood on
the floor less than an hour ago. I saw it.
Uh huh. It was running out from under that door.
We heard that noise and we got up and then
we saw it. The door was locked locked. Huh. Oh,
well it seemed to.
Speaker 3 (13:44):
Be all right.
Speaker 2 (13:45):
Now, hey, you folks aren't trying to be funny, are you.
Speaker 6 (13:51):
Isn't there anything in it?
Speaker 4 (13:52):
No, ma'am, there is not.
Speaker 2 (13:54):
Look, officer, we're reputable people. You can call my firm.
They'll tell you all about me. The wrong with this closet.
Speaker 3 (14:00):
Walls are solid, no trap doors.
Speaker 2 (14:02):
Do you think I'm lying? I didn't say that, mister.
Speaker 4 (14:06):
Oh, you probably did hear some sort of noise and
you got a little panicking.
Speaker 6 (14:12):
It got on my hand.
Speaker 4 (14:13):
Isn't there now, is it?
Speaker 2 (14:15):
Yes? Where I feel it? Now, you folks just take
it easy. You're liable to hear all kinds of noises
up in these canyons at night. You're from the east
to say, uh, yeah, I'm sorry. Oh ah, that's all right,
that's all right. If you have any real trouble, call
on us anytime. All right, well, and good night.
Speaker 3 (14:40):
Hey, you ought to have this door fixed. That's enough
to scare it.
Speaker 2 (14:45):
Yeah, we're we're going to have it fixed. We didn't
say much about it after that. There wasn't much that
could be said. The next day I went down to
a lot and bought a little Christmas tree and trimmings,
and we tried to pretend we were cheerful, but there
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was no uneasiness between us that had never been there before.
Ellen seemed tired and listless. Several times during the day
I noticed her washing her hands with a with a brush,
scrubbing the one that had touched the blood. That night,
we each took a sleeping pill and went to bed
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some time after midnight, when I was suddenly wide awake
and staring into the darkness. In some way I knew
at once and instinctively WoT had awakened me. Ellen was
not in her bed, nor in the room. The nameless
thing I feared to drifted my heart until I could
scarcely breathing. I opened the bedroom door and started through
the house, putting on every light that I could find.
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There was not much to search, but I searched thoroughly,
the living room, the kitchen, bathroom, day and even the garage.
And all the time the dread of looking where I
knew at last, I must look, or I think I
knew from the very first time where I'd find her.
It must have been a full minute that I stood
before that closet door. Then I opened it. She stood there, rigid,
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her arms at her sides, her fingers extended like claws.
Her hair was over her face, her eyes stared out
of it, her lips were drawn back in a grin,
like an animal at bay. For a moment, I was
frozen with the horror of it. I stretched out my hand,
very deliberately. She turned her head and sunk her teeth
until they met into the flash of my forearm. I'd
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raised my hand to strike at her, but already she'd
relaxed her hold and gone utterly limp. She would have
fallen unless I'd caught her. She carried her into the
bedroom and later on the bed. Strangely, at that moment,
my only thought was how I might revive her, until
I saw that it was. It was not a faint.
It was that she'd fallen into sleep, as deep and
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heavy as though she'd been drugged, And so I left her.
But for me that night there was no sleep. Yeah, yes, Ellen,
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Oh what are you doing up so early? Oh?
Speaker 4 (17:31):
Right.
Speaker 2 (17:32):
I got a little restless when i'd make some coffee.
Speaker 3 (17:34):
Oh, I had the most wonderful sleep, m and I
feel so arrested.
Speaker 6 (17:42):
Do you, Jim, what what's the matter with your arm?
Speaker 2 (17:49):
Oh? I just heard it, Honey. It's terribly swollen. Let
me see. Oh it's all right, Ellen, it isn't all right.
He's got to see doctor Wesley right away. Heromissed me, Jim,
that you will go the first thing this morning. How
did it happen? Oh? I there was a dog, a dog, Yeah,
I heard him trying to chew through the screen door.
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I went out to chase him away, and he bit me.
Speaker 6 (18:15):
I mean, it is all that racket.
Speaker 2 (18:17):
I didn't even wake up. No, Ellen, you didn't even
wake up. It was clear to me that Ellen knew
nothing of what had transpired the night before. I went
to my office that morning and made a pretense of
going over routine business, if only to restore my mind
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to some semblance of calm by the sight and sound
of common, familiar things. The pain in my arm had
become a persistent, dull, throbbing. I made a late appointment
to doctor Wesley. He treated my arm with something of
an arched eyebrow, and.
Speaker 4 (18:53):
He said, oh, I've never seen anything quite like it before.
Speaker 2 (18:57):
That is such a rapid onset of infections. It was
dark when I left his office. I hadn't realized it
was so late. Driving home, my car seemed sluggish, and
though I saw the needle on the dashboard and realized
that I was pushing it to the utmost of its speed,
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and I was racing home to prevent, prevent something before
it was too late for the darkness conspired against me,
or somehow I already knew with certainty that it was
the darkness and the night that I had the fear.
The curves of the canyon seemed endless, and then the
cold fear leaped up inside me. My house, too was dark.
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I went slowly up the stone steps in the road,
looking train for some sign of light or light. There
was none. The house was empty. All them was darne.
I looked with the same self torturing thoughness, and in
that closet, first of all, knowing as I did so,
there was hopeless, so alone in that empty house, I waited,
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powerless and helpless. Now then he thought, he will empty
as the house itself, save only for the overwhelming sense
of a terrible foreboding for some time in the early
hours of the morning. I snapped on the radio shortwave.
Why surely a minor question. Now, I only know that
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I did. And then I heard it. R fifty eight
car five aight, go to Laurel Canyon, the four thousand block,
the report that a man has been injured or attack.
Speaker 1 (20:33):
If it thought to be critical, the ambulance will follow,
That is all.
Speaker 2 (20:39):
I was there almost before the police, aging my way
through the little cloud, staring down at a man lying
down his white uniform under the street light. Yeah, the milkman.
Poor guy. I heard him scream. But when I got here,
just like this, stand back, please please stand back. Well
you again, I heard it on the radio. I lived
just down the road. Yeah, I remember, well what happened. Well,
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take a look, maybe you can tell us. He was
dead and he was lying on his back, and his
throat had been torn out, as though by the fangs
of some wild animals. It is now Christmas Eve, or
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rather Christmas morning, for it's a little after midnight. I've
been waiting here here in the stillness of this empty
house for nearly twenty four hours, waiting for.
Speaker 3 (21:38):
The end.
Speaker 2 (21:40):
Already once to night. I've heard that dreadful wailing cry
somewhere in the hills. I've nailed up the closet door.
But that I I know is childish, useless. My arm
is horribly swollen and turning black. But that's nothing. It's
another end that I perceives as surely as other men
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foresee the rising of the sun. I hear to cry again.
It's near enough. I shall leave these notes in a
sealed envelope and put it in a shoe box, in
the hope that someone will give credence to these dark
and terrible events, if indeed such nameless horrors can never
yield to mortal understanding. As for myself, I feel no
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longer any fear or even sorrow, only a desire at
the end. And the thing that I must do may
come soon, and it will be soon, I know, yes.
But there is someone at the door.
Speaker 4 (22:52):
One at the door. Well, what do you make with sent?
Speaker 3 (22:58):
What a yarn?
Speaker 4 (23:00):
That's what I thought. Now, listen, that's not quite all
of it. Clip to it's a newspaper, clippers, listen.
Speaker 2 (23:07):
Hollywood.
Speaker 4 (23:07):
December the twenty sixth, police reported what was apparently a
case of murder and suicide in Cyprus Canyon sometime in
the early hours of the morning. The victims were James A. Woods,
the chemical engineer, and his wife Ellen. Preliminary investigation indicates
that Missus Woods was killed by the blast of a
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shotgun in the hands of her husband, who then turned
the weapon upon himself. That she fought desperately for her life, however,
was evidenced by the disorder of the room and the
severe lacerations inflicted upon her husband about the neck and arms.
This is the second tragedy to be reported in Cyprus
Canyon within twenty four hours, the other being the unexplained
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death of Frank Polanski, a milkman.
Speaker 3 (23:53):
Well, no such murders or whatever they were, ever occurred.
If that's what's worrying, the clipping those things printed up,
you know, Oh no, it's not that, Sam.
Speaker 4 (24:02):
That story was found in an unfinished house in Cypress Canyon,
no number, no nothing, just the framework. Now that house
is finished when I drove by it today. But that's
what stopped me, Sam, because it all fits now that
it's finished. It is the house in the story, the
same construction, the same vines and creepers on the lawn,
even the same number.
Speaker 3 (24:22):
So what a guy who knows roughly what this house
is going to be like rights a yarn and loses
it at something?
Speaker 4 (24:27):
Did he know the place was going to be listed
for rental today the Saturday before Christmas?
Speaker 3 (24:31):
Cherry coincident? Two bits. You find the guy next door
as a ghost story writer or something, and he's been
wondering for a year what happened to that thing? He wrote?
Speaker 2 (24:41):
Okay, coincidence.
Speaker 3 (24:45):
And I'm sorry I bothered. You don't be silly. I
liked it. It's a good yarn. That's the corn sign
you were talking about.
Speaker 2 (24:53):
Oh yeah, yeah, I'm gonna put it up outside and.
Speaker 3 (24:57):
Well, saloon Jerry, and Merry Christmas again.
Speaker 4 (25:00):
Thanks that.
Speaker 2 (25:02):
I guess I was kind of zilly a right.
Speaker 3 (25:05):
Listen, when a guy named whatever it is Woods where
a wife named Ellen comes in to rent that place
from you, then.
Speaker 2 (25:11):
You can start worrying. Yeah, well, so long, so long
Shore come in. Oh we're sorry to bother you, but
we just happened to see that poor rent sign outside.
Yeah I hung it out Joseph's minute.
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