Welcome to Inner Sanctum Mysteries.

Good evening, friends of the inner sanctum.

This is your host to welcome you through the squeaking door for another half hour of lovely chills and shut us.

Oh, before we begin tonight, I'd like to give you a word of advice.

If you should ever walk through a cemetery

at midnight and come face to face with a transparent personality floating above a tombstone,

don't be frightened. After all, you can see right through him. Our story tonight is about a vampire, which is why we're in a graveyard.

Where else would you expect to find one, if not in a cemetery?

In the Vampire State Building?

Hmm?

Shh, don't make too much noise, only you'll wake the dead.

And we don't want to do that because tonight's story is called the undead.

I was alone.

Here in the penthouse, sleeping. The doors leading to the terrace were open.

Suddenly I was awakened by a queer, whirling noise that sounded like the flapping of wings. I opened my eyes.

Moonlight filled the room. It was one of those clear, cloudless nights.

But the wind moaned and growled, like weeping women.

Somewhere, a dog howled.

I sat up, peered into the green light of the moon. I could see nothing at first. I lay down again. My eyes were half closed. I heard it again. The sound of wings beating on the air.

I told myself, it was nothing until out of the queer, green shadows that surrounded me like a mist.

I saw a pair of blood-red eyes close to my face.

No, they weren't human eyes. They were rimmed with green and they glittered like glass in the dark.

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