
Creeps by Night 44-05-23 (14) The Strange Burial of Alexander Jordan
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Robert Maxwell
We bring you Creeps By Night. Tonight, once again, we introduce the man who has agreed to serve as your guide and companion on these sometimes terrifying pilgrimages into the world beyond the realm of human understanding. The man who, for reasons that cannot be presently explained, must keep his identity a secret. Creeps by Night brings you its anonymous master of mystery, Dr. X.
Everett Sloan
Good evening.
Edmund Gwen
This is Dr. X joining with you for further research into the shadowy darkness of the unexplored, the darkness of the human mind. I wish first, however, to thank you for your letters commenting on last week's broadcast, the Walking Dead. Many of you requested that I reveal my identity and a few of you hazarded a guess as to who I am. In due time, perhaps, I will be able to step out from under my cloak of mystery. But for the present, I ask you to bear with me, since I shall have to be known only as Dr. X. Tonight. I have a rare treat in store for you, Mr. Edmund Gwen, the celebrated English actor, is our guest. The story I have chosen is drawn from the casebook of medical science and concerns itself with the often ghastly power of fear. Yes, we are all slaves to fear in one form or another. But the fear that forms the basis for our dramatization tonight is undoubtedly the most horrible of them all. It is the fear of. But wait. Let me draw aside the curtain and bring you Mr. Edmund Gwen as Ramsay in the strange burial of Alexander Jordan. For more than a century, the old Jordan house has stood on a gentle slope, mistress of the surrounding 400 acres of birch woods and pasture lands. And now, inevitably, death seems near to the last of the strong men who have always owned it. Aged, irascible Alexander Jordan in his faded, musty bedroom. The shades are drawn against the hot morning sun, and in the half darkness, his pale, hollow cheeks blend into the color of the pillowcase. He stirs as the door opens and his doctor enters.
Gregory Morton
That you, Rutledge?
Everett Sloan
Yes.
Gregory Morton
Come in and sit down. Close the door.
Robert Maxwell
What's the trouble?
Gregory Morton
Alex had one of my cataleptic fits last night. A bad one. I'm going to die pretty soon, Lutridge.
Robert Maxwell
Suppose you let me do the guessing.
Gregory Morton
Don't interrupt. I'm not afraid to die, mind you, I've never told anyone this, but my greatest fear is that it won't be death and they'll bury me alive.
Robert Maxwell
Oh, I think we can be pretty sure if it comes to that.
Gregory Morton
Don't be so positive. 38 years ago, a young butcher who called himself a doctor pronounced me dead when I had a cataleptic fit. He got me buried, too. If I hadn't come out of it on time.
Robert Maxwell
That was 38 years ago.
Gregory Morton
Could happen again, Rutledge. I don't care if I sound like an old fool. All my life that scared me. The idea of somebody mistaking one of those fits for death. The only nightmares I ever have. I wake up in a coffin. I put my hands up and I feel the lid there. Sometimes it's wood, sometimes it's cold glass, but there's no room to turn around. I put my hands down and I can feel the silk lining. They have me dressed in a swallow tail. They have a stiff collar on me. I reach up to tear it away. I can't breathe. I have to have air. Panic grips me. I try to shout, but no one can hear me. I beat on the carpet leg with my fists. I try to break the glass, but I can't do it. I haven't enough room. And pretty soon I know that I'm dying, really dying in the cold horror of the grave because somebody mistook one of my cataleptic fits for death. I don't want that to happen, Rutledge. And that's why I called you.
Robert Maxwell
Oh, you're just getting worked up over nothing.
Gregory Morton
Alice, listen to me. When the day comes and my nephew Ramsay or his wife Martha calls you, I want nobody but you to come, Rutledge. I don't want any other doctor to pronounce me dead. Is that clear?
Robert Maxwell
Don't worry.
Gregory Morton
I want you to go over me very carefully. If you are absolutely satisfied that I'm dead, you can go ahead with the funeral. But I don't want my body embalmed. I don't want anything done to me except to put me in a coffin. I'm getting a lawyer here to write all this down this afternoon, Rutledge. But I wanted you to hear it, too. I want my coffin put in the vault down by the birch woods. That's why I built the vault right on this property. So that nobody would ever bury me underground. All right.
Robert Maxwell
It'll be done just as you said.
Gregory Morton
Now, wait a minute. I missed it. This is the most important part. I want a large brass bell placed on the wall over the bed where Ramsay and Martha sleep. I want wires connected from that bell to the vault. Electric wires?
Robert Maxwell
What for?
Gregory Morton
I want a push button attached to the ends of those wires. And I want the button placed in my hands as I lie in the coffin. So that in case I'm not dead, in case I awaken, I can ring the Bell and let them know.
Robert Maxwell
Well, I must say, Alex, I don't.
Gregory Morton
Care what you say. I don't care what anyone says. That's the way I want it.
Robert Maxwell
All right, Alex. That's the way you'll get it.
Gregory Morton
Hand and make sure I do.
Robert Maxwell
Well, I've got to run over to the Pritchards. Nor is having another baby taking that digitalis faithfully.
Gregory Morton
Yeah, foolishness. But I'm taking.
Robert Maxwell
That's good. Goodbye, Alex. Get out and soak up some of that sunshine. I'll see you Thursday.
Gregory Morton
Send Martha in.
Robert Maxwell
Lone all.
Everett Sloan
Just a minute there, Dr. Rutledge.
Robert Maxwell
Oh, hello, Ramsey.
Everett Sloan
I'd like to know why you came this morning, Doctor.
Robert Maxwell
I came because I was sent for.
Everett Sloan
Why doesn't somebody tell me when the doctor's been sent for? Is my uncle all right?
Robert Maxwell
He's not dead. That's what you want to know. Not quite yet. See that he keeps on taking that prescription I left. He wants to see your wife alone, Martha. You heard me. Goodbye, Ramsay. I know the way out without your help.
Everett Sloan
Goodbye, Dr. Rutledge. Martha, wipe your hands. He wants to see you.
Abby Lewis
What did you say, dear?
Everett Sloan
I said wipe your hands. He wants to see you.
Abby Lewis
Is the doctor still in there? Is he all right?
Everett Sloan
The doctor's gone. He wants you in there alone.
Abby Lewis
Oh, for goodness sake. Now what?
Everett Sloan
Just a minute. Why is he asking to see you alone?
Abby Lewis
Why, Ramsay? How should I know?
Everett Sloan
Something's up. Rutledge was in there a long time. Why wasn't I told he was sent for?
Abby Lewis
Why he. Well, you were in the fields this morning when he asked me to call the doctor.
Everett Sloan
Next time, you tell me when he's sent for. Before. Listen, when you get in there, watch what you say.
Abby Lewis
Why, Ramsay, I don't know what you mean.
Everett Sloan
You know very well what I mean. Just listen and don't babble. He mightn't like my ideas about what to do with this place after he's dead. Go on in there now. You've already wiped your hands six times.
Abby Lewis
Yes, Ramsay, dear. You want me, Uncle Alex?
Gregory Morton
Yes. Come in and shut the door. Martha.
Abby Lewis
Yes, Uncle Alex? Was the coffee all right this morning?
Gregory Morton
Yes, fine, Ms. Ramsey.
Abby Lewis
He's. He's in the kitchen.
Gregory Morton
Sit down, Martha. Yes, Uncle Alec want to talk to you. Martha, Lawyer Gaines will be here sometime this afternoon to fix up my will.
Abby Lewis
Oh, Uncle Alec.
Gregory Morton
Got a feeling my time is drawing near, Martha. And I just want to make sure that worthless nephew of mine doesn't get his hands on the Jordan place. Whatever made you marry him, Martha? Never mind none of my business, but I could have told you he was no good. Never has been. I wouldn't trust him with the farm. He'd sell it before my body turned cold. But I trust you, Martha.
Abby Lewis
Thank you, Uncle Alice.
Everett Sloan
Yes?
Gregory Morton
I've thought it all over. I'm going to leave the place to you. At least you'll have a roof over your head and some land you can call your own. You like it here, don't you?
Abby Lewis
Oh, yes, I do. I'd be perfectly happy to stay here the rest of my life.
Gregory Morton
That's fine, because it's going to be yours.
Robert Maxwell
All of it.
Abby Lewis
Oh, Uncle Alice, you make me more cry.
Gregory Morton
No, no, none of that.
Abby Lewis
I'm sorry.
Gregory Morton
There's one more thing, Martha. One important thing.
Abby Lewis
Yes, uncle alec?
Gregory Morton
I've given Dr. Rutledge some very careful instructions about my burial.
Abby Lewis
Oh, please, Uncle Alex.
Gregory Morton
Nothing to be afraid of, Martha. When it comes, it'll come, and that's all. Rutledge knows what to do. He'll tell you. And I want you to promise me that you follow the instructions.
Abby Lewis
Yes, of course, Uncle Alex. On my word of honor, as God is my witness.
Gregory Morton
Thank you, Martha. By Job, you've made me feel a good deal better knowing I have someone around I can trust. Matter of fact, I think I'll get up for supper tonight. Tell Ramsay to come in and help me dress after Lawyer Gaines leaves. Tell him I don't want him in here before then.
Abby Lewis
Yes, Uncle Alex.
Gregory Morton
And don't breathe a word about this to Ramsay.
Abby Lewis
I won't. If you need anything, Uncle Alex, call me.
Robert Maxwell
Yes, I will. Oh, what did the old buzzard want?
Abby Lewis
His lawyer's coming this afternoon. Here to go in and help him dress after the lawyer leaves.
Everett Sloan
He's having supper at the table?
Abby Lewis
Yes. Bring in one of the special hams. I'll bake it with pineapple.
Everett Sloan
Did it take you 10 minutes in there to decide on baked ham with pineapple for supper?
Abby Lewis
What we decided is none of your business.
Everett Sloan
What do you mean, what you decided?
Abby Lewis
I said it was none of your business. Better get out and feed the chickens.
Everett Sloan
When did you start giving me orders?
Abby Lewis
Oh, go on. Out of my kitchen. I've got work to do.
Everett Sloan
What did you talk about in there?
Abby Lewis
Ramsey, you're hurting my arm.
Everett Sloan
I'll hurt more than Beck before I'm through. What's the lawyer coming for?
Abby Lewis
Would you like me to tell him you haven't fed chickens yet?
Everett Sloan
Something suddenly made you awfully cocky, it seems to me. Tell me what it is right now, Ramsay. Tell me. I Said Ramsay.
Gregory Morton
Let go of her, Ramsey.
Everett Sloan
I was only. Get out of the house before I lose my chipper. Go on, kid. I'm going.
Gregory Morton
If this ever happens again, Martha, you let me know.
Abby Lewis
Yes, Uncle Alex. But you shouldn't have gotten out of bed this way.
Gregory Morton
Oh, don't worry about me, Martha. I'm all right.
Everett Sloan
Bacon and eggs for his breakfast?
Abby Lewis
And why not? Did you fix the fence post over on the west pasture?
Everett Sloan
Never mind the fence post. Give me that tray.
Abby Lewis
You tend to your own business. I'll take the tray into him. Your breakfast, Uncle Alec. Hmm. That's funny. Uncle Alec.
Everett Sloan
Uncle Alex.
Abby Lewis
Oh, my lord.
Everett Sloan
Francie. Oh, Dr. Lutri.
Abby Lewis
Francis.
Robert Maxwell
I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he have everlasting life. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Everett Sloan
What's the matter with Martha, Doctor?
Robert Maxwell
The funeral was evidently too much for her. I gave her a sedative and put her to bed upstairs. Where's the undertaker?
Everett Sloan
Down at the vault with the electrician. They're waiting for you so we can close the coffin. Of all the stupid things. He's dead, isn't he?
Robert Maxwell
Yes, but we're observing his wishes to the letter.
Everett Sloan
Brass bells and electric push buttons rot.
Robert Maxwell
Perhaps it is. That's how he wanted it. And incidentally, as administrator of the estate, let me remind you that according to the terms of the will, either you or Martha must remain within earshot of that bell upstairs for seven days. You understand that?
Everett Sloan
Yes. To my life. I'm beholden to a woman.
Robert Maxwell
That you could do worse, Ramsay. This is a nice place. I wish it were mine.
Everett Sloan
If I had my way, you could bite in a minute.
Robert Maxwell
Well, that's neither here nor there. See that Martha gets some rest. I left a bottle of medicine on the small table beside the bed. She's to take it according to directions if she has trouble sleeping.
Everett Sloan
Good Lord. What's that?
Robert Maxwell
Her uncle wanted a bell loud enough to be heard.
Gregory Morton
Except.
Robert Maxwell
Certainly got it. The undertaker or the electrician at the crib. Touch the push button.
Gregory Morton
Dancy.
Everett Sloan
Dancing.
Gregory Morton
Good Lord.
Edmund Gwen
I forgot.
Robert Maxwell
The bell hung right above the bed.
Everett Sloan
Where she was asleep. Come on. Oh, Nancy.
Abby Lewis
Dr. Rutledge. Sit down.
Robert Maxwell
It doesn't mean anything. Martha, don't be frightened.
Abby Lewis
Oh, thank goodness. I was asleep. It hit me like a blow. When it rains. I couldn't even move.
Everett Sloan
I felt paralyzed, like in a dream.
Robert Maxwell
There, there. That's all right. Go on back to bed. Fall asleep again with the stuff I gave you. The bell Won't ring anymore. I'll go right on down to the vault and see if the cotton's closed. Get her back in the bed, Ramsey, and let her have another teaspoonful of that medicine tonight.
Everett Sloan
You just get over to the vault and stop there, monkey. I'll tend to her.
Robert Maxwell
See that you do. And remember, don't leave this place for seven days.
Everett Sloan
Oh, what's the use?
Abby Lewis
Is it morning? No, thank you. Go to sleep.
Everett Sloan
No.
Abby Lewis
I. I must be sure.
Everett Sloan
You've got things your own way, Dawn. Sleep. Don't mind me. I'm just a hired man around here. Just a hired man? Can't you at least make a cup of coffee? A man can drink it. Slop, that's what it is. Filthy slop.
Abby Lewis
I haven't been able to get into town and get anything fresh, Ramsay, and you know it. It's just that you're nervous and not sleeping.
Everett Sloan
I'll drive it to town.
Abby Lewis
No, Ramsay. We've still got five days to go.
Everett Sloan
Four clock. Why can't I sleep? Why three nights of it now. Three nights with that bell hanging over my head. Oh, Martha, you asleep? It must be that stuff worth lich gave her. I'll take some. I can't stand it any longer. I. Now maybe. Maybe I'll sleep. I tell you, Martha, there's only one thing to do with the place. Sell it.
Abby Lewis
You're wasting your time, Ramsay. I will not sell it. I'm not getting any younger. I want a roof over my head. That's what Uncle Alex intended.
Everett Sloan
But now's the time to sell farmers. We can get a good price to begin with.
Abby Lewis
Ramsay, it doesn't even belong to me.
Everett Sloan
Well, it will have two more days, won't it?
Abby Lewis
Yes, if that bell doesn't ring. Oh.
Everett Sloan
Oh, I got to sleep tonight. It's. It's not last night. Tomorrow the place is ours. I'll take some of that medicine that worked before.
Abby Lewis
I won't. I won't. I will.
Everett Sloan
Talking in her sleep. She's dreaming. Having a nightmare. Too much of this dope, maybe. You must wake up, Martha. She is dead to the world. The stuff Ruggins gave her must be powerful. That gives me an idea.
Abby Lewis
Don't trust you, then. No, I did.
Everett Sloan
You won't have to trust me much longer, you dried up old fool. Let's have a look at this model. I guess it's all right to turn the lamp on. She won't wake up. There. Now let's see what the label says. Maximum dose. 1 teaspoonful every 12 hours.
Gregory Morton
Caution.
Everett Sloan
Overdosing may be fatal. Overdosing may be fatal. Eh?
Abby Lewis
Sound.
Everett Sloan
We'll see about this. Maximum dose. One teaspoonful. I shall put three in her coffee tomorrow morning. She'd never know the difference. That stale coffee's bitter as gore anywhere, and that inflicts everything. Yes. I'm her only relative. If she dies, I get the place. Why didn't I think of this before? Why did I wait six days and nights with that bell hanging over my head? Why did I?
Gregory Morton
Lord.
Everett Sloan
Good Lord. Am I dreaming?
Robert Maxwell
No.
Everett Sloan
No, it can't be.
Gregory Morton
It can't.
Abby Lewis
Stop.
Everett Sloan
Stop it.
Gregory Morton
Ringing.
Abby Lewis
Sandy.
Everett Sloan
Ramsey. The bell. I can hear it, you fool. Quick.
Abby Lewis
Ramsey.
Everett Sloan
Stay where you are. I'll stop it.
Abby Lewis
Ramsay, what did you do?
Everett Sloan
What do you think I did?
Abby Lewis
The wires. You pulled out the wires.
Everett Sloan
Get back into bed.
Abby Lewis
Are you out of your mind? The key to the vault.
Everett Sloan
Where is it? What?
Abby Lewis
The key. Uncle Alex must be.
Everett Sloan
You're crazy.
Abby Lewis
He rang the bell, didn't he?
Everett Sloan
You were dreaming.
Gregory Morton
Get back to.
Abby Lewis
Give me that false key, Ramsay. Give it to me.
Everett Sloan
Now take it easy.
Abby Lewis
Don't stand there telling me to take it easy. Uncle Alex may be fighting for breath. Breathing?
Everett Sloan
About the coffin.
Abby Lewis
Get the key.
Everett Sloan
All right, all right. I'll go down now.
Abby Lewis
I'll go with you.
Everett Sloan
Doesn't need two people. Just let me get into my clothes.
Abby Lewis
I don't trust you, Alex.
Everett Sloan
You've got no right to say a thing like that. Martha, what difference does it make to me whether Alex is alive or dead? I don't stand again. Anything. He left the Jordan place to you.
Robert Maxwell
Ah.
Everett Sloan
Now, where did I put that key? Must be in this drawer.
Abby Lewis
Sorry, Randy.
Everett Sloan
I'm hurrying. There. Here it is.
Abby Lewis
You took something else out of that drawer, Rams.
Everett Sloan
I did not. Just the tea. What's the matter with you, anyway? Where am I feeling?
Abby Lewis
Under the bed. I'll be watching from the window. Ramsey, if Uncle Alice is alive, yell to me and I'll phone Dr. Rutledge.
Everett Sloan
There's a storm coming up. That wind's from the east. Now, let's see if this key fits. Fits all right, but. But it won't turn. Ah, here we are. Where's that light switch? Here it is. Yeah, that's better.
Abby Lewis
Phew.
Everett Sloan
Oh, it's foul in here. Even smells dead. There's the coffin. Hope they didn't screw down the lid. No, no. It comes right up. Yeah. He hasn't moved. He's dead. Yes. Just the way he was when they put him in there. With his hands folded over the bow button. He didn't ring that bell. Who did? Now I know.
Robert Maxwell
A storm.
Everett Sloan
Lightning shorted the wire. Sure that's what it was? It must have been. Still, I. I think I'd better make sure while I'm down here. Yes, Martha. Almost caught me taking this darning needle out of the drawer. I'll work it under his shirt and jab it through his heart. You're going to stay dead, Uncle Alex, no matter what happens. Something, Father. You followed me?
Abby Lewis
I told you I didn't trust you. What are you doing with that darning needle in your hand?
Everett Sloan
Nothing.
Abby Lewis
Get out of the way. Let me look at him.
Everett Sloan
Dead. Stone dead.
Abby Lewis
Who rang the bell?
Everett Sloan
How did I know? Maybe his ghost.
Abby Lewis
You were about to do something with that needle.
Everett Sloan
What? You really want to know? All right, I'll tell you. I was going to jab it through his black heart. I was going to make sure. He will get her. And I'm still going to do it.
Abby Lewis
Random. See? You're out with your mind.
Everett Sloan
Am I? We'll see.
Abby Lewis
Keep away from that coffin.
Robert Maxwell
Shut up.
Abby Lewis
Ask Queen Ramsay. The Fastians will hear me.
Everett Sloan
No, you won't.
Abby Lewis
Yes, I will. Help.
Everett Sloan
Help. Oh, so that's who it is. Wait till I close this door. Now scream your lungs out, Ramsay.
Abby Lewis
Don't do anything you'll regret.
Everett Sloan
Regret? That's not fair. Why waste this needle on old dead Alex? I might do much better using it on you. Jab into your heart, Ramsay. Why not? Then I get to own the place and sell it.
Abby Lewis
Ramsay, listen to me.
Everett Sloan
I listen to you plenty these last few weeks. Ever since he made you the high and mighty boss. But now it's my turn. Randy. I'll never find you down here. No, no, you'll dry up and rot. Just like he's rotting in that oven. No. Fainted before I could touch her. Wait a minute. That gives me an idea. There's a better way of doing it. Carry her up to the house. Pour that medicine down her throat. Give her an overdose. She'll be dead by morning and no one can put it on me. Oh, this is beautiful. Everything's working out fine. You're going to be rich by Miguel. Rich. Get the door open first and then. Lord. The key's on the outside and it's a snap lock. No, no. What am I going to do?
Gregory Morton
I'm locked in here.
Everett Sloan
Can't get out. The door has solid open, 6 inches thick. There are no windows nowhere. Well, the push button's in his hands. I keep ringing. Yes. Sooner or later someone will hear it. There yeah, they should do it. The questions or the matas they're bounded here it can investigate. I'll keep bringing it all night while I. Oh no. Myers. Wires in the break room I rip them out the bell won't ring. Look out. A trap attracted here A trap threat.
Edmund Gwen
That was the strange burial of Alexander Jordan starring Mr. Edmund Gwen. For our next exploration into the darkness of the human mind, I have invited the celebrated exponent of the mysterio, Peter Laura to be our guest. So join with us when once again we raise the shadowy curtain of the unknown and look deep into the souls of men. Until then, this is your master of mystery, Dr. X, leaving you with Creeps by Night.
Robert Maxwell
Creeps by Night is produced by Robert Maxwell. Original music composed by Paul Creston. Conducted by Joseph Stilpack. Supporting Mr. Gwen in tonight's presentation were Everett Sloan as Alexander Jordan, Abby Lewis as Martha, Gregory Morton as Dr. Rutledge and Dr. X as himself. Edmund Gwen appeared to be courtesy of Metro golden Mayer, whose 20 year anniversary picture, the white clips of Dover is currently being released. George G. Speaking. This is the Blue Network.
Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Host/Author: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode: Creeps by Night 44-05-23 (14) – The Strange Burial of Alexander Jordan
Release Date: May 28, 2025
In this spine-chilling episode of Creeps by Night, listeners are transported to the eerie ambiance of the Golden Age of Radio. Hosted by the enigmatic Dr. X, voiced by Edmund Gwen, the story delves deep into the psychological torment and sinister plans surrounding the impending death of Alexander Jordan. The narrative masterfully intertwines themes of fear, mistrust, and familial tension, keeping listeners on the edge of their seats from start to finish.
The Strange Burial of Alexander Jordan centers around Alexander Jordan, an elderly landowner plagued by the terrifying fear of being mistakenly pronounced dead and buried alive during his recurring cataleptic fits. Determined to avoid a premature burial, Jordan devises meticulous plans with his trusted doctor, Dr. Rutledge, ensuring that every possible precaution is taken to confirm his death before burial.
As Jordan's health deteriorates, his two primary heirs emerge: his nephew Ramsay and his niece Martha. Tensions escalate when Ramsay reveals his ulterior motives to inherit the Jordan estate by eliminating Martha, either through overdose or other nefarious means. The plot thickens with the installation of a bell system designed to alert anyone if Jordan awakens post-burial, setting the stage for a suspense-filled climax.
Jordan's Fear and Precautions ([03:20] – [05:59])
In these pivotal moments, Jordan articulates his deep-seated fear of premature burial, setting up the story's central tension.
Ramsay's Manipulation ([12:00] – [18:50])
Ramsay reveals his malevolent intentions, showcasing his willingness to go to extreme lengths for inheritance.
Climactic Confrontation ([21:35] – [25:09])
The tension reaches its peak as Ramsay's true nature unfolds, leading to a gripping confrontation.
Final Twist and Resolution ([26:43] – [28:52])
The story concludes with unforeseen twists that leave listeners pondering the thin line between life and death.
The Strange Burial of Alexander Jordan stands out as a testament to the gripping storytelling prowess of Creeps by Night. Through its layered characters, suspenseful plot, and profound themes, the episode not only entertains but also offers a deep dive into the complexities of human emotions and fears. As Dr. X guides listeners through this dark tale, the lingering questions about trust, mortality, and the lengths one might go to confront their deepest fears resonate long after the final moments of the broadcast.
As Dr. X signs off, he tantalizes listeners with a preview of the next episode featuring Peter Laura, promising another exploration into the shadows of the human mind. The meticulous production, coupled with evocative performances by the cast, ensures that Creeps by Night remains a staple for enthusiasts of classic radio horror and psychological thrillers.
Produced by Robert Maxwell. Original music composed by Paul Creston and conducted by Joseph Stilpack. Featuring Edmund Gwen (Dr. X), Everett Sloan (Alexander Jordan), Abby Lewis (Martha), and Gregory Morton (Dr. Rutledge). Special thanks to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer for their support.