
Hermit's Cave xxxxxx xxx The House of Purple Shadows
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Mr. Benson
Gaines Super Flings are here to take your laundry to the next level.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Talking about Gain Super Flings. Super Size Laundry Packs. These things are huge. Super Fresh, Super Clean. Gain Super Flings.
Mr. Benson
Gain Super Flings Laundry Packs have four times the Oxy cleaning power and three times the Febreze. Freshness versus Gain Original Liquid.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Super Fresh, Super Clean. Gain Super Flings. Gain Super Flings for Next Level Laundry.
Mr. Lamont
The mummers in the Little Theater of the Air.
The Hermit (Narrator)
Ghost stories. Weird stories. And murders too. The Hermit knows of them all. Turn out your lights. Turn them out.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Ah.
The Hermit (Narrator)
Have you heard the story? The House of Purple Shadows. Then listen while the Hermit tells you the story.
Mr. Benson
Yesterday we weren't so alarmed when he didn't come to the office this morning. By then we concluded something must be wrong.
Mr. Lamont
He's here in the house? We'll find out in a minute, Benson.
Mr. Benson
It's dark in this hallway, Mr. Lamont.
Mr. Lamont
Must be a light switch here somewhere. Here it is.
Mr. Benson
Oh, there.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
That's better.
Mr. Lamont
Hasn't been sleeping here at his house for over a year.
Mr. Benson
No, but they said at the club that he wasn't there yesterday. Hadn't slept in his room there last night.
Mr. Lamont
In that case, he may be here.
Mr. Benson
That's what I'm afraid of. Maybe he had a stroke or something and wasn't able to get to a phone.
Mr. Lamont
We look upstairs first.
Mr. Benson
Yes, I think we better.
Mr. Lamont
Here's the stairway. It's queer, isn't it? If he came here in the evening, wouldn't he have left some lights on?
Mr. Benson
That's what I was thinking.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
It's gloomy in this house.
Mr. Benson
No wonder he shut it all up and went to live at the club after his wife died.
Mr. Lamont
Mr. Davison has always been a peculiar man. I haven't been his attorney as long as I have without realizing that.
Mr. Benson
Do you know which bedroom is his?
Mr. Lamont
Yes, I think this one. At least we'll try this room first.
Mr. Benson
Is it locked?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
No, it just seems to stick.
Mr. Lamont
Must be the door as swell.
Mr. Benson
Let me try it, Mr. Lamont.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I'm getting it now.
Mr. Lamont
Here it comes.
Mr. Benson
Gee whiz.
Mr. Lamont
What's the matter, Benson?
Mr. Benson
I don't know. But when you opened the door, it was as if something grabbed a hold of my hand.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
What?
Mr. Benson
Well, I know it sounds queer, but it was if an icicle touched me.
Mr. Lamont
It's just the cold air rushing out of this room. It's as black as night in here. Curtains and drapes are heavily drawn. If I can find a light in here.
Mr. Benson
Oh, here it is.
Mr. Lamont
Mr. Lamont. He's not in Here?
Mr. Benson
No, not here. Maybe this isn't his room.
Mr. Lamont
If he's going to stay in the house, he'd sleep in here.
Mr. Benson
This room hasn't been touched for a long time, has it?
Mr. Lamont
Well, I guess not.
Mr. Benson
Mr. Lamont. Isn't it queer that this room should be so cold?
Mr. Lamont
No, there's nothing strange about that. A room that's all closed up gets damp and cold.
Mr. Benson
I have a feeling that it's going to start snowing in here any minute. This cold air seems to freeze your very blood.
Mr. Lamont
Mr. Benson, I don't think your employer stayed in this house night before last. I don't think anyone's been in this house for a long time.
Mr. Benson
Well, then where is he?
Mr. Lamont
I don't know. We look in the other rooms up here. Turn off his light.
Mr. Benson
Shall we close the door?
Mr. Lamont
Yes. Leave everything just as we found it. If he finds out that we've been snooping around up here, he may not like it.
Mr. Benson
He's very peculiar, I know, but certainly he'd want us to hunt for him if he thought we were worried. If we thought he was lying up here dead.
Mr. Lamont
He doesn't like people prying into his affairs.
Mr. Benson
That's true.
Mr. Lamont
We'll look in this upstairs library. He's not in there. Well, then. Means he's not here in the house.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes.
Mr. Benson
What was that?
Mr. Lamont
Sounded like a moan.
Mr. Benson
Yes, it did. Mr. Davison, where are you? Mr. Davison.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Mr. Davison, where Are you?
Mr. Lamont
He's not here. In the library?
Mr. Benson
No. It sounds as if it came from downstairs.
Mr. Lamont
Yes, I guess it did. Hurry. Let's get down there.
Mr. Benson
Yes, Mr. Davison, where are you?
Mr. Lamont
And it's not here in the living room.
Mr. Benson
No. But we heard a moan from somewhere.
Mr. Lamont
Sounded like it.
Mr. Benson
Mr. Lamont. Look. Look. Do you see? See what I'm pointing at?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Where?
Mr. Benson
That book on the table.
Loretta Hathaway
It moved.
Mr. Benson
Moved all by itself.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
What?
Loretta Hathaway
It did.
Mr. Benson
I saw it. I saw it. It moved from one side of the table to the other.
Mr. Lamont
Nonsense. That's impossible.
Mr. Benson
My eyes aren't playing me tricks that badly. I saw it move. Come over here.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Look.
Mr. Benson
You see where it's been lying?
Mr. Lamont
Imprint in the dust?
Mr. Benson
Yes. No. It's over here.
Mr. Lamont
Wait a minute. This is getting a little too deep for me. Benson. What's the matter now?
Mr. Benson
I felt that touch on my hand again. I did.
Mr. Lamont
There is something queer going on in here.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Look.
Mr. Lamont
Look over there at the window.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
You see that?
Mr. Benson
Yeah.
Mr. Lamont
It's like someone was touching those drapes.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
And making the move.
Mr. Benson
Yes, Mr. Lamont. Let's get out of here. Let's get out.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Hurry. Right. They couldn't see me. They couldn't hear my voice. Isn't there anyone who can hear me speak? Oh, if you know how badly I needed help. How hard I tried to make them hear me. You people who are of the world and know it. You who can step to the mirror, look in it and see your face and body reflected there. Oh, how thankful you should be. Just a few moments ago, I managed to propel myself to the mirror in the hall. I looked into it. I stood directly in front of it. There was nothing there. I have no face, no body, no arms, no hands. And yet. Yet a sound came from whatever it is that I am. Like a moan. My lawyer, Mr. Lamont, my bookkeeper, Mr. Benson, came rushing down the stairs. I could see them, but great heaven, they couldn't see me. I called out, help me. Help me. But they went out the door, slammed it shut, left me here alone. Oh, doomed to what? Isn't there anyone who can tell me what's happened to me? Two days ago. Yes, I can still reckon days. I left the office and went to the club. It was about an hour before dinner. I sat reading the paper. Suddenly, all the letters began to jump and dance before my eyes. I distinctly heard something whispering in my ears.
Mr. Benson
Go to your house. Go to your house.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I threw down the paper. No one seemed to be watching me. I was so frightened. I felt I must be ill. But I couldn't tell anyone. In the club there was a buzzing in my ears. And I could hear that voice saying.
Mr. Benson
Go to your house. Go to your house.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I walked out the door. Down the street, some power seemed to be forcing me to go. I walked fast. I approached my house. I haven't lived in it since my wife died. I looked up at seemed to be weaving back and forth. Black clouds hung over it. I walked up the steps. I reached the outside door mechanically. I took the key from my pocket, inserted it in the lock, opened the door. I stood inside. Now, why was I here? Why had I come to the house? I didn't know. I walked into the living room. Suddenly I felt a great rush of cold wind. It engulfed me. World around me seemed to be wrapping itself about me. Help. Help. What is it? Help. My body. It's freezing. My blood is tender. I. Help. Help. Help. I can't move.
Loretta Hathaway
I can't move.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I couldn't move. The room seemed to be bathed in a purple twilight. It was then that I realized that I no longer had a physical body. I seem to see everything in the room. But myself look down at your hand and arm. Realize what it would mean to have the feeling of it but not be able to see it. Can you imagine such torture? I can make things move, but I can't see the hand that moves them. Oh, horrible. Terrible calamity that has befallen me. How long am I going to go on like this? What sort of a world am I living in in the purple shadows between.
Mr. Benson
This and the next?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Someone have mercy on me. Help me. Great heaven. Someone help me.
Mr. Lamont
Mr. Benson?
Mr. Benson
Yes, Mr. Lamont?
Mr. Lamont
Before we go into the next room to talk to Mr. Davison's niece, I. I think there are a few things we should settle between us.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes, sir.
Mr. Lamont
Yesterday ended a year since the disappearance of Mr. Davison. There's no doubt about it. He's dead.
Mr. Benson
He must be, sir.
Mr. Lamont
He was kidnapped, which I'm inclined to think happened. Kidnappers must have gotten frightened and killed him.
Mr. Benson
There were no ransom notes received?
Mr. Lamont
No, because they became frightened after they killed him.
Mr. Benson
But his body.
Mr. Lamont
Don't know what they did with it. It's possible that though we dragged the river, it's still there. We've gone all over that before. That isn't what I want to talk to you about.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
It's.
Mr. Lamont
It's his house.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes.
Mr. Lamont
Police have been through it dozens of times since the day last year when you and I went through it. I know they have they saw or heard anything peculiar? They failed to mention it. As far as you and I are.
Mr. Benson
Concerned, I have never mentioned what happened to a soul.
Mr. Lamont
Nor I Been so long now. I. I wonder if it could have been true.
Mr. Benson
I often think the same thing.
Mr. Lamont
According to Mr. Davison's will, the house and part of his estate is to be deeded to his niece, Loretta Hathaway. She and her husband are in the next room. I think it best, Mr. Benson, that we never tell her what occurred to us that day.
Mr. Benson
I agree.
Mr. Lamont
She and her husband are not wealthy. Money in the house will be very welcome to them. We shouldn't spoil it for him.
Mr. Benson
No.
Mr. Lamont
All right. We'll go inside now and read the will to them. Mr. Hathaway will take over Mr. Davidson's business. Think you'll find him a nice man to work for? Come, let's go inside.
Loretta Hathaway
Dan, you think you're going to like it here in this house?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
It almost seems to be too grand for us.
Loretta Hathaway
I know it. Weren't you surprised to find out that Uncle Jim had Wilder? So much business, half his money and this house.
Mr. Lamont
Well, rather.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
But then, of course, there was no.
Mr. Lamont
One Else for him to leave it to.
Loretta Hathaway
I know. Dan, have you ever thought he might have committed suicide?
Mr. Lamont
No, I never thought that.
Loretta Hathaway
Mother said he wasn't always as peculiar as he was during his last years.
Mr. Benson
What do you mean?
Loretta Hathaway
Well, I remember her saying that was after he built this house and he and Aunt Mary moved into it. That he began to change.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
You know, there's something about this place that would make anybody change. Now.
Loretta Hathaway
What do you mean?
Mr. Lamont
What I mean, Loretta, is that why.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
It'S so blame cold in here?
Loretta Hathaway
The house has been shut up for over three years, Dan.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I know, but it's warm outside. This house is like an ice box and we've had the windows open all day.
Loretta Hathaway
It'll get thawed out in a few days.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I hope so.
Loretta Hathaway
I suppose we better retire. You take charge of the office tomorrow, don't you?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes.
Loretta Hathaway
Poor Uncle Jim. I still keep thinking that he may have committed suicide. I've often wondered if they went through his desk and things to see if he left any notes.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Oh, yes, They've gone through his things dozens of times.
Loretta Hathaway
Dan.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes?
Loretta Hathaway
It was three years ago that Aunt Mary died, wasn't it about that? She took an overdose of sleeping powder by mistake. Then six months after that, Mother died, then Uncle Jim disappeared. A lot of tragedy in one family in a few years, isn't it?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I wouldn't dwell on that.
Mr. Benson
Loretta.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
What are you doing?
Loretta Hathaway
I just thought I'd go through this desk to see if I could find anything that no one else is discovering.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I wouldn't look through those things tonight. Let's go upstairs.
Loretta Hathaway
I will in a minute. Dan. Dan, come here.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
What is it?
Loretta Hathaway
Look at this. Look at this writing.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Well, what is it?
Loretta Hathaway
That's what I'm asking you.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Just purple marks on a piece of paper.
Loretta Hathaway
I know, but what peculiar marks. Like they were made with a fingernail and written in some foreign language. What do you suppose it is?
Mr. Lamont
I haven't any idea.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
It's probably been there for ages. If it had any significance, the police would have used it.
Loretta Hathaway
I know, but it's lying right here on top of all these papers as if it had been dropped here just recently. Dan, feel of that paper. It's ice cold.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes, it's like everything else in this house. Oh, come on. You can rummage through that desk tomorrow. I'm going upstairs. Do you realize it's nearly midnight?
Loretta Hathaway
Dan.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Dan, for heaven's sakes, what is it? Look.
Loretta Hathaway
Look. See that window blind. Look at it.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Why? Why, it's moving. Look.
Loretta Hathaway
Look. Levit, it's moving up and down all by itself.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Oh, I. I see what it is. Loretta. There's something the matter with the roller. You've seen that happen to window curtains before. They fly way up to the top or way down to the bottom of the window when the roller's broken.
Loretta Hathaway
But Dan was just. As if some unseen hand moved that window curtain. That's what it was like. Some unseen hand moved that curtain.
The Hermit (Narrator)
Loretta and Dan see strange things too. Can it be that Davison is still trying to make himself known to the people in his house? The hermit will tell you before the night is done.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Now the hermit again.
The Hermit (Narrator)
Midnight in the house. Loretta and Dan are sleeping, but not well.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Listen. No, I am not sleeping. I never sleep. You know that. I've been wandering in this, my house, for over a year, living in hideous torture. Oh, I've tried to make someone understand, but it's useless. They only grow frightened, as Loretta did earlier this evening. But she didn't get frightened enough. No. I'll tell you why. What I've discovered in these long, endless hours that I've spent here. There's something strange about this place. Something horrible. You hear the wind? It's beginning again. About midnight every night, it springs up. There's a queer purple glow over everything. The cold sears me all through again, penetrating to my very marrow. I know I have no form that you can see or I can see. But I can feel pain just the same. Such pain as you never dreamed of in your normal world. Loretta and Dan will suffer the same transformation as I have if they don't get out of this house. I've been convinced for a long time now that it must have been true that my wife, Mary, realized there was something wrong in this house. That's why she took the sleeping potters that night. She took her own life through fear. But why didn't she warn me so that I could die? For as it is now, I may go on suffering like this for ages and centuries. There may be thousands of houses all over the world that are under a spell like this one is. There must be other people living in this strange world like I am. Here it comes again, this wind that lives in this world of purple shadows. I've got to warn Loretta and Dan. I've got to get them out of the house. I must propel myself up the stairs and open the door to their room. I'm climbing the stairs now. I can see in the night and see everything but myself. I think my hand is touching the banister now. I'm at the top of the Stairs. Just open the door to the room. Oh, that wind. It's making me suffer. Such pain.
Mr. Benson
Fame.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I must warn them. Loretta.
Loretta Hathaway
Loretta.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
She doesn't hear me. Loretta, you must get out of here. Loretta.
Loretta Hathaway
Oh.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Oh. She's turning in her sleep.
Loretta Hathaway
What is it? Dan? Dan, wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Dan.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
What you say?
Loretta Hathaway
Wake up. Look, there's a strange light in this room. And where's the wind coming from?
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Loretta. Get out. Get out of this house. It's going to be too late. There is a strange light in here. Turn up the night lamp.
Loretta Hathaway
It doesn't seem to make any difference. The light is getting stronger and stronger. And the wind, it's freezing me. Freezing my blood.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Loretta. I feel it too. Let's get out of this room.
Loretta Hathaway
Help. I can't move. I can't go.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Floretta. I can't move either. I'm powerless.
Loretta Hathaway
Help. Someone help us.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Help.
Loretta Hathaway
I can feel my whole body changing.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Loretta, what's happening to us?
Loretta Hathaway
Jen, Help me.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I reached out for you and knocked over the lamp. Loretta. I can't see my hand anymore. I can't see my arms or my legs. Look. Look.
Loretta Hathaway
Standing in this room. It's Uncle Jim.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Jim Davison? Yes. You see me now for your change. The same as I am. What's happened to us? We've entered a strange world. This house, it's under some horrible spell. I've been in the shadows since the day I disappeared.
Loretta Hathaway
Uncle Jimmy, is there nothing we can do? Nothing.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
There's our only hope. See, you knocked over that lamp. Then this room will soon be all afire.
Mr. Benson
Yes.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Let it burn. May burn down the house and give us the freedom of death. It's our only hope. Our only salvation. Death. Give us freedom. Let us get out of this torture. Have mercy. Save us. Have mercy.
Mr. Benson
What's the news, Mr. Lamont? Did they find the bodies?
Mr. Lamont
They've gone through the charred wreck of that house for hours. There's no trace of a body there.
Mr. Benson
Well, you think they got out before the house burned?
Mr. Lamont
Then where are they, Benson? I don't think they got out.
Mr. Benson
But they didn't find their bodies, Mr. Lamont.
Mr. Lamont
They didn't find them. But no one will ever hear of them again.
Mr. Benson
What do you mean?
Mr. Lamont
It's difficult to explain to anyone but you. Because you and I know there was something strange about that place.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Yes.
Mr. Lamont
I was with the firemen when we went through the wreckage. It was their bedroom. There was nothing there but Benson as we were going through it. Smoke, of course, was smoldering there. But a huge purple flame sprung up and seemed to lose itself in the atmosphere. It startled me.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
I stepped back.
Mr. Lamont
Firemen thought I'd found something. Of course, I. I couldn't explain to them. I don't know that I can explain to you. But it was as if.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
Well, as if.
Mr. Lamont
Something registered in my mind and a voice said to me, you will never find their bodies. They're gone. Gone forever.
The Hermit (Narrator)
With their house burned down. They who lived in the world of purple shadows are liberated forever. They're free. No longer tortured. Turn on your lights. Turn them on. I'll be back. Pleasant dreams.
Jim Davison (Ghost)
All characters, places and occurrences mentioned in the Hermit's cave are fictitious, and similarity to persons, places, or occurrences is purely accidental.
Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode: Hermit's Cave – "The House of Purple Shadows"
Air Date: October 16, 2025
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Story Narrator: The Hermit
This episode of Harold's Old Time Radio features a chilling tale from "The Hermit's Cave" called "The House of Purple Shadows." Set in a time when families gathered around the radio for ghost stories, listeners are drawn into the mystery of a haunted house filled with unexplainable phenomena, spectral presences, and a curse connected to tragedy and lost souls.
The drama unfolds through the experiences of Mr. Lamont, Mr. Benson, and the spirit of Jim Davison, as they and new inheritors Dan and Loretta Hathaway encounter supernatural phenomena within Davison's deserted mansion. Layered with eerie narration and atmospheric sound cues, the story explores themes of guilt, entrapment, and the search for release from a world between life and death.
The horror of unseen existence:
“Just a few moments ago, I managed to propel myself to the mirror in the hall. I looked into it ... there was nothing there. I have no face, no body, no arms, no hands.”
— Jim Davison (Ghost) ([06:03])
The chilling family legacy:
“It was three years ago that Aunt Mary died ... then six months after that, Mother died, then Uncle Jim disappeared. A lot of tragedy in one family in a few years, isn't it?”
— Loretta Hathaway ([13:37])
On the oppressive haunting cold:
“This house is like an ice box and we've had the windows open all day.”
— Dan Hathaway ([13:11])
Unseen and helpless:
“I'm powerless ... Loretta, what's happening to us?”
— Dan Hathaway ([20:36]–[20:47])
Release at last:
“Let it burn. May burn down the house and give us the freedom of death. It's our only hope. ... Have mercy. Save us. Have mercy.”
— Jim Davison (Ghost) ([21:40])
Ultimate ambiguity:
“There was nothing there but Benson as we were going through it ... a huge purple flame sprung up and seemed to lose itself in the atmosphere. It startled me.”
— Mr. Lamont ([23:04])
Throughout, the episode maintains a classic, melodramatic American radio drama style, with a heavy use of mood, dread, and paranormal suspense. The language is evocative and atmospheric, using physical coldness, spectral descriptions, and haunted house tropes to immerse listeners. Speeches are often punctuated by desperate, helpless pleas and existential dread, highlighted by Jim Davison's haunting monologues.
The House of Purple Shadows is a quintessential ghost story from the golden age of radio, blending mystery, gothic horror, and the agony of spectral existence. Its tale of inherited tragedy, supernatural imprisonment, and final liberation serves both as a cautionary yarn and a showcase for the era’s evocative audio storytelling. The episode is a gripping listen for fans of vintage radio, horror, and supernatural dramas.