Welcome, friend. Have a seat by the fire. Make yourself comfortable.

His heart pounded. His mind raced, had he entered some chamber of horrors, some

torturous dungeon filled with vile instruments of misery?

Not quite, for there were no medieval devices here to greet him, no spiked iron maiden of law, only a sickening fluorescent glow, and those cold, sterile smiles.

You're listening to Campfire Radio Theatre. Tonight we've made a special appointment for you.

One you won't forget.

From the Canadian Horror Classic Nightfall.

Our play was written by Bill Gray and is called The Dentist.

All right, there you are, Mr. Rogers. The dentist will be in in a minute. He's just finishing up in the other room.

Yeah.

And don't be so nervous.

Dr. Stewart is very good. You won't feel a thing.

He's the most popular dentist in town for a reason, you know.

Yeah, and the cheapest. I hope that doesn't mean he's gonna...

Well now, Rogers, isn't it? George Rogers? Let's see. Ah, yes, the fourth cuspid. That's quite a cavity you've got yourself there, right along the edge of the tooth.

Been a little lax of the flossing?

Well, it's, I always seem to forget, but I did try. My last dentist...

Don't you worry about it. I'll be able to fix this up in no time. Have you had gas before?

Oh, yeah. This seems silly, I guess, but I don't want you to do it without it. Oh, fine, fine. No problem. I prefer using it.

All right, Mr. Rogers, just let me get this over your nose. Aren't you going to deaden the...

Oh, that won't be necessary. Hey, wait a minute. What's happening? This doesn't feel like the gas I've had before. What are you...

What are you...

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