Good evening, friends. This is your host to welcome you through the creaking door into the inner sanctum.

Come on in. One thank you, little fellow, whom we shall call...

Many acts for lack of a stronger word. Just set fire to the walls.

He said a closed room made him feel confined. As a result, four other characters are slightly burned up now.

The night's killer, sanctum mystery, caught for Halloween, was written by John Robert and stars Larry Haynes in the role of Jimmy with very corgrous cabanol.

And now, let's unhinge our minds a little. After all, let's a little insanity among friends.

Tonight's story dramatizes the fanatical hold of memory. The one scene, the one fragment that plays and replays over and over again in your mind.

The one terror that's with you, when you die, and when you walk, and when you sleep.

Sleep. You can sleep. And here in the thirty-five cent flopped and in the Burma jungle, watching a scene that never gets there, even though it's five years old.

I can hear sounds travel across the bridge. I pick them up as if I'm a receiving certain animal sounds.

And I see, as if my eyes are in the sky, I see two twin figures standing with their rifles aimed at a pair of jungle beasts, a tiger in its make, in a crock, ready to jump.

They fire point blank together as if by signal. So good. They missed the beast's roar and we haven't seen a cabanol in October.

Just before they die.

Five years, and you've been everywhere trying to forget, and you almost do forget.

But it edges right back into your mind by itself, like when a guy suddenly sneaks up on you in the night.

Do you have a mat? Do you have a mat? Sure. You popped up on me so suddenly. You're a nervous man.

Thank you. I have a parcel with me. For you. For me? What are you kidding? No. I have a parcel for you. Here, take it. Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, wait.

What is going on? Just the way he came. As if he's a chip off my sanity. As if there had been nobody.

But there is a package left with me. The mind doesn't dream up a package. The cardboard box is heavy kind of.

And tissue, that's a tissue around something that had the feel of a head. It is a head. The stuffed head of a jungle tiger.

It's mouth fixed in the snow. It sends the blood hammering to my head. It doesn't make sense. No good figuring it out.

Toss it and go over. Box them all and get away. Get them on the people. Yeah. Yeah, Rocco's got a Rocco's. Get the jukebox going and slip into a fog.

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