Welcome to the shadows.

Old stories line the shelves of our dusty archives.

Stories, dreams, mystery.

Horror.

We would like to bring one of our early radio tales back to life during this half hour.

Hmm, let's see.

This is our final visit in this series,

and we find ourselves once more in the HP Lovecraft alcove.

Deathly vapors seem to rise from this aged box of tape.

It contains a story called the rats in the walls.

Don't get too close.

But let's listen. The

...their... The restoration of eximpriory had been a stupendous task.

For little had remained at the deserted pile, but a shell-like ruin.

But because it had been the seat of my ancestors,

I let no expense deter me.

The place had not been inhabited since the reign of James I, when a tragedy of intensely hideous,

though largely unexplained nature occurred.

It appeared that my ancestor was accused with much reason of having killed all the other

members of his household in their sleep. This deliberate slaughter, which included his father,

as well as three brothers and two sisters, was strangely condoned by the villagers,

and slackly treated by the law. With this sole heir, nevertheless legally denounced as a murderer,

...