
Inner Sanctum 49-10-31 Corpse for Halloween
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Narrator/Host
Good evening, friends. This is your host to welcome you through the creaking door into the inner sanctum. Come on in. One prankish little fella, whom we shall call Maniac, for lack of a stronger word, just set fire to the wal. He said a closed room made him feel confined. As a result, four other characters are slightly burned up.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Now.
Narrator/Host
Tonight'S inner sanctum, Mystery Corpse for.
Boxer Dolan
Halloween, was written by John Robert and stars Larry Haynes in the role of.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Jimmy, with Barry Kroger as Kavanaugh.
Narrator/Host
And now, let's unhinge our minds a little. After all, what's a little insanity among friends? Tonight's story dramatizes the fanatical hold of memory. The one scene, the one fragment that plays and replays over and over again in your mind. The one terror that's with you when.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You dine and when you walk and when you sleep. Oh, to sleep, who can sleep? I'm here in the 35 cent flop, but I'm in the Burma jungle watching a scene that never gets stale, even though it's five years old. I can hear sounds travel across the brush. I pick them up as if I'm a receiving set. Animal sounds. And I see, as if my eyes are in the sky, I see two grim figures standing with their rifles aimed at a pair of jungle beasts. A tiger and its mate in a crouch, ready to jump. They fire point blank together as if by signaling. Oh, good. They miss. The beasts roar and leap. I hear them scream out kavanaugh. And box a golem just before they die. Five years and you've been everywhere, trying to forget. You almost do forget, but it edges right back into your mind by itself, like. Like when a guy suddenly sneaks up on you in the night.
Narrator/Host
You have a man.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What?
Boxer Dolan
Do you have a match?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Oh, yeah, sure. You popped up on me so suddenly.
Boxer Dolan
You're a nervous man. Thank you. I have a parcel with me for you.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
For me? What, are you kidding?
Boxer Dolan
No, I have a parcel for you. Here, take it.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey. Wait but he's gone. Just the way he came. As if he's. He's a chip off my sanity. As if there'd been nobody. But there is a package left with me. The mind doesn't dream up a package. A cardboard box. Heavy kind of. And tissue. Lots of tissue around. Something that had the feel of a head. It is a head. The stuffed head of a jungle tiger. Its mouth fixed in the snarl. It sends the blood hammering to my head. Doesn't make sense.
Boxer Dolan
No good figuring it out.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Toss it into a river, box and all, and get away. Get among the people here. Rocco's. Go to Rocco's. Get the jukebox going. And slip into a fog. Coffee, Rocco? Jimmy. I got something for you. For me? Rocco? The package. A guy come in before and leaves a package for you, see? For Jimmy Fox. Your name on it. My name? My name's Jimmy Scott. You know that. Scott? Yes, but the man says your name is also Jimmy Foxx. He says he knows. He knows. I took the package outside. Into the night. Into an alleyway. Another cardboard box, heavy. And tissue. Lots of tissue around. Something that had the feel of a head. It was a head. But not a tiger's this time. It was a human skull. It shone with a hard white light where the moon touched it. And then it seemed to speak.
Boxer Dolan
Do you have a mask?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What?
Boxer Dolan
You're being an idiot. It isn't the skull talking to you. It's me.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You? Where are you?
Boxer Dolan
I'm behind you.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I don't see you because you're afraid.
Boxer Dolan
To see me now.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yeah. A black suit and a face grinning at me like. Like a laughing mask.
Boxer Dolan
It is a laughing mask.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Why are you wearing a mask? Why not?
Boxer Dolan
Tonight's Halloween.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Halloween? Sure, Halloween. Not everybody plays jokes. Oh, gosh. I should have remembered it was Halloween.
Boxer Dolan
Can you identify the skull?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I didn't look. What kind of a gag are you trying to.
Boxer Dolan
Suppose I give you an hour to identify the skull. It's eight now until nine o', clock, then.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Jimmy, wait. Hey. Hey.
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Jimmy Foxx/Scott
It was gone again. As if there'd been nobody. Just another big chip off my sanity. I really had to get away from myself now. I hit the back streets. And then somewhere a big neon sign across the tenement pulled me off the sidewalk. It read, the Tillery Street Boys Neighborhood Association. Halloween Costume Ball. Public invited a girl in a boot, masked like a witch, stopped me at the door.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Mask, mister?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Mask. Oh, sure, sure. Give me one.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Black, green, yellow or purple? What's your favorite color?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yellow.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Are your yachts 50 cents oh.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Oh, what?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Just a description left with me. I'd almost forgotten. Are you Jimmy Foxx?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Suppose I was Jimmy Foxx. What about it?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
This grocery bag was left here for you. A man told me to tell you you forgot it somewhere and he said that he'd meet you one place or another later.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Here.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Take it. By the shape of it, I'd say you were at a Halloween party. Pumpkin inside.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What if I told you there was a human skull inside that grocery bag? He'd meet me one place or another. He did. He was under a street lamp waiting for me to happen along.
Boxer Dolan
Hello, Jimmy. Have you dared to call the skull by name yet, or must I?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Look, that gag isn't paying off, mister. All right, go ahead. You call it My name.
Boxer Dolan
Dolan. Boxer Dolan. Remember him?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I never knew the guy. You no doubt got me confused.
Boxer Dolan
Have I, Jimmy? You've changed your appearance cleverly. Except for one thing. Disguise could never conceal one thing. Your guilt. You wear it like a badge of shame.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What am I guilty of?
Boxer Dolan
Murder. Two men left an encampment in the Burma jungle just before dawn. Two men. Boxer, Dolan and Kavanaugh. The third man remained behind. He played sick, pretended to fever. The third man was you, Jimmy.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Must I tell you the rest? Tell me the rest.
Boxer Dolan
Dorland and Kavanaugh carried rifles in the event of a jungle encounter. There was a jungle encounter. A tiger and its mate. An emergency, but an easy one to resolve for two expert hunters. Just one shot apiece and there'd be two more dead tigers. Just one shot a piece. They had their one shot apiece. But the tigers didn't drop dead in their tracks. Instead, Boxer, Dolan and Kavanaugh dropped. Ask me what happened, Jimmy.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What happened?
Boxer Dolan
During the night, someone had emptied their rifle loads and substituted blank bullets. You did that, Jimmy. You engineered the murder of two men. You murdered your two partners in crime. Just one day's push from the Hindu temple. You'd all teamed up to loot. They got within 24 hours of treasure and then you murdered them. One more day to the temple. So why split three ways, huh?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Huh? You know about the temple. But I never pushed on to that temple. No loot, no nothing. How about that?
Narrator/Host
You lost your nerve.
Boxer Dolan
You just hadn't counted on losing your nerve.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What are you, a detective?
Boxer Dolan
No. I'm your second victim.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I'm Kevin O. Kevin Kavanaugh was killed.
Boxer Dolan
Unfortunately for you, he wasn't.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I'll show you what I had to survive.
Boxer Dolan
Feel my sleeve.
Narrator/Host
Feel it?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
It's empty.
Boxer Dolan
Torn out of the Socket. Now the face behind this laughing gargoyle I wear.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
See the left profile?
Boxer Dolan
It isn't pretty, is it? The eye. The eyes, gone too. I spent five years finding you, Jimmy. I've waited a long time to let you see my face.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You came after me to kill me.
Boxer Dolan
After you've had the same 24 hours you arranged that Dolan and I would have.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What do you mean, the same 24 hours?
Boxer Dolan
Unarmed in the jungle and helpless. I'm gonna hunt you for 24 hours in this jungle, the jungle of the city, with every beast of prey I can find. I'm gonna hunt you, Jimmy.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
And in the end, when I've wrung.
Boxer Dolan
Every suffering from you, I'm going to kill you.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
What do you mean, every beast of prey you can buy?
Boxer Dolan
The denizens of the city jungle, the riff raff, the murderers, the men and women who buy and sell murder. I can afford them, Jimmy. See this, Ruby?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Hey, is it real?
Boxer Dolan
And I have dozens, Jimmy.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Dozens. I didn't lose my nerve.
Boxer Dolan
It's 10 o'.
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Boxer Dolan
You can go now. Go and see if you can escape me and my pack.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You're going through with this.
Boxer Dolan
Get along, Jimmy.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Hurry.
Boxer Dolan
The beast will be coming at you from the stairs, sewers, in the cellars, ambushing you from the shadows into the dawn and through the day for 24 hours until 10 tomorrow night. Or you win.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You live.
Boxer Dolan
Hurry, Jimmy. See how painful death can be?
Narrator/Host
That Kavanaugh's one fella I never want to hunt me up? No, sir. That guy slays for creeds. 24 hours. Kavanaugh's got 24 hours to kill and Jimmy has just enough time to die.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yes.
Narrator/Host
You know, Jimmy might win out over Kavanaugh now that he's got an extra skull to go with the one he stuck with. After all, two heads are better than one. Let's live out the terror now, shall we?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
An animal game of murder for 24 hours.
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Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I was to be hunted down in the jungle, where human beasts came at you from the sewers and cellars, where killers in the the hire of a homicidal lunatic lay in ambush. But I had to win. I had to say to myself. I had to hide. The thing to do was to hide. Fade into an alleyway and find a cellar and stay put for 24 hours. Just stay put. The second rake of garbage cans until 10 tomorrow night. Was I alone? Movement. There was a whispering movement somewhere in the cellar. A faint rattle of ash cans as if. As if the wind was rattling them. Wind in an airtight cellar. Hello? Anybody there? Oh, that's it. I've been imagining. But then something winged at me, growing into my shoulder, sharp and deadly like a knot. I came to bleeding from a shoulder gash. I got out of there and back into the streets, into a jungle of faces. It was Halloween night like I'd never seen it. Masks and costumes on kids of 6 and old, thrones of 60. The crazy jungle of witches and snarling sea captains and lunatics. They couldn't all be in the hire of Kavanaugh. And then where a fence was plastered with circus posters of jungle animals, a zany looking guy was shooting from the hip at the poster while making menacing faces like a batman. I caught a whiff of powder in the night air. The shot had burned into the poster. I crept up behind him, faking a gun with my fist in my coat pocket. I ran against his back. Get him a pal I got nothing about Samus.
Boxer Dolan
Your gun.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I want your gun. Hand it over. Sure. Now walk. Walk up the block and don't turn back to look. I had a gun now, and the tables were turned. I was the hunter now. I drifted to the docks and took up a position with my back to the river.
Boxer Dolan
Thinking of suicide, Jimmy?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Not anymore.
Boxer Dolan
Kavanaugh, you sound as if your morale had suddenly improved.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
My morale's going great. Kavanaugh. Your animal hunt's about to boomerang. Blow right up in your face like this. Who's hunting who? Kavanaugh. Who's hunting who? Kavanaugh kept standing up. Three bullets, point blank. Enough to blow his head off. But Kavanaugh kept standing up unharmed.
Boxer Dolan
How does it feel to hunt game with blank cartridges like Boxer Dolan and I did once?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Blank cartridges. But that crazy looking guy, I saw him burn a hole in the circus poster.
Boxer Dolan
Only one blue. The first one was real simple.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yeah, simple. I get it. Dead Eyed Dick was another one of your beasts.
Boxer Dolan
Who's hunting who, Jimmy? Who's hunting who?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Kavanaugh. Kavanaugh. Wait. Kavanaugh. Kill me. Get it over with and kill me now, will you? Kavanaugh, you gotta kill me. I had to get out of there.
Boxer Dolan
The subway.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Go the subway. Fade into the subway, get on a train and ride to the end of the line. Right out of the jungle. An empty station. No one in it, though. No. Someone. Two people. A dapper little guy buried behind a newspaper. And an old lady in ragged clothes carrying a pet half hidden under a coat. A pet that looked like a cat. She came up to me close, like to ask me something. This side goes to Lefferts Avenue station. Lefferts? I don't know. I'm a stranger here.
Narrator/Host
Oh.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Oh. Hush. Genevieve. Hoofo. Genevieve is hungry. That's not a cat. No, son. A cub. A tiger cub. A tiger cub. Would you like to stroke Genevieve? Oh, no, no. Don't run away, sir. Genevieve woes her. I ran away with the old crone after me, hobbling in his skirts. And a little dapper guy behind the newspaper, circling at me from the opposite direction, cornering me. I jumped to the tracks. My only odd. And I ran. I ran deep into the bowels of the subway. Deep, very deep. A little dark. A guy after me as if he know business. I'm in the train. It had a Halloween look too be down on me, an iron face with bad joy. I ran against the wall and flattened out. Train flashed past and the dab in the guy screamed Kavanar. Was shy of one beast in this junior. The little guy had been hit glancingly and hurled against the subway wall. Pulverized. I got to him quickly and frisked him. I had a gun now. A gun with bullets that killed. I ran. I ran a half mile underground to another station and then back on the streets. Back in the animal game. It was three in the morning. A neon sign. Ready Tillery Street Boys Neighborhood Association Halloween Costume Party. People were striking out, but fun was over. Here. What?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
You remember me?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
No.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
I'm the witch who gave you a free mask and a grocery bag that you forgot somewhere. And you're Jimmy Foxx.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Jimmy Scott. I used to be Jimmy Fox. Sister, are you all right?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Am I all right?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I mean, are you just what you look a sweet kid with brown eyes and a heart.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Are you drunk?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
No, no, no.
Boxer Dolan
Beat.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I'm dead beat. I've got to hole up somewhere, get some shut eye. I've got her or I'll die.
Boxer Dolan
You're sick.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yeah. Yeah, I'm sick. Sick. If I could just sleep around the clock until 10 tomorrow night. If an angel came along and said, come home with me, I'll put you up.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Come home with me, Jimmy. I'll put you up.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I fell asleep on a sofa with the gun under my pillow and the girl on a chair watching me anxiously. I had a friend I could drop off and live in dreamland until 10. That night at 10, I could wake up and live. Coming awake, I heard the alarm which said go off. The alarm stopped and there was a sound. An animal sound. And then a claw scratching at me, tearing at my cheek. I jumped up. The girl was gone. A. A guy was sitting watching me now. A skinny kid with a heavy shock of hair. Not a day over 21. Oh, that's a lousy way to have to wake up from a sleep, pal. Lousy. Wade. There was an animal crying at me, my cheeks bleeding. Genevieve. She isn't housebroken. Still a little wild. You should have seen her days for the kitchen when you lay out a scream just now. Genevieve. Who are you? You're Jimmy Foxx, huh? Yeah. I got something for you. For me? Yeah. It was given to me to give to you. There. A ruby. Hey, wait a minute. Look, it's 10 o'.
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Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I set the alarm for 10 and it's 10. Well, it's only a quarter hour. That clock's always 15 minutes ahead. Now the game's over. It's 10 and you can't cheat. I've won. Kevin Law. You can't go Back on your promise, Captain, or you can't. What are you trying to get over, pal?
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Narrator/Host
I've won.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You can't cheat. I won't be tricked. A gun, pal. You're crazy.
Boxer Dolan
Wait.
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Jimmy Foxx/Scott
You crazy won't be tricked. Kavanaugh. I've won. I'm still on the sofa. My arms are rigid and my legs rigid. Like something exploded inside me and paralyzed my nerves. I can just look and hear. She's in the room now. The girl with her sweet face and brown eyes. Only her eyes are red, swollen from crying. I hear her talking to a cop. He's taking down. What she says.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
She was astray. He was like a sick dog in the street. So I picked him up and brought him a hole.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yes. Why did he kill your brother, Buddy?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
I don't know. I was taking a shower and I heard him scream like a crazy man. I heard him talk all mixed up. But I was taking a shower and I couldn't get here in time.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
There must be something you can tell me, Miss Officer.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Everything is all mixed up. At the Tillery street costume ball, a man gave me a cat with tiger stripes. And he begged me to keep it for him for a while until he found a new home for it. He'd been evicted. He had?
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Yes.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Well, then.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
In the all night restaurant my brother.
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
Works in, a man gave Buddy a ruby to give to Jimmy Foxx. When he woke up, he told my brother the ruby belonged to Jimmy Foxx.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
This piece of glass, that's something off the Woolworth time counter. What else?
Mask Vendor/Witch Girl
That's all, really. That's all.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
I watch and I hear. I see through Kavanaugh's trick. Get me crazy so I'll murder a stranger who called himself Buddy. The brother of a girl with brown eyes and a heart. Frame me so I'll just want to die. For weeks of a murder trial and months in the death house and four minutes in the death chair, I kept listening to them talk. The girl and the cop. Okay, we'll have to get the rest from Jimmy Foxx there. Yeah, look at him. He's paralyzed with fright. He wonders what kind of a crazy Halloween story he's gonna try to palm off on us when we get him talking. Captain De speaking. McAvoy. Send a police ambulance to 445-10-8 street.
Boxer Dolan
Apartment 3, rear and McEvoy. See there are straight jackets on that ambulance.
Narrator/Host
Well, quite a chase. It got so poor Jim didn't know whether he was coming or going nuts. What got his goat most was the way he kept seeing animals everywhere. Very confusing to a guy on the lam. Yeah, I guess he couldn't tell who's zooming.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Oh.
Narrator/Host
Tomorrow. Oh, sure. I read this Halloween notice on a tree somewhere. Never hunt out of reason.
Jimmy Foxx/Scott
Good night. Pleasant dream.
Boxer Dolan
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Jimmy Foxx/Scott
And has been rebroadcast for service men and women overseas.
Narrator/Host
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Boxer Dolan
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Date: October 21, 2025
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
This episode features a classic, atmospheric rebroadcast of "Corpse for Halloween" from the legendary mystery/horror series, Inner Sanctum. The story dives into the haunted psyche of a man tormented by guilt, paranoia, and supernatural threats on a twisted Halloween night. It’s a suspenseful tale with noir overtones, psychological tension, and a few macabre laughs sprinkled in.
[00:39–02:00]
The Narrator ushers listeners through the “creaking door,” setting the eerie, playful tone characteristic of Inner Sanctum.
He describes the "fanatical hold of memory"—specifically the lingering trauma of one terrible event.
“What’s a little insanity among friends? Tonight’s story dramatizes the fanatical hold of memory… the one terror that’s with you when you dine and walk and sleep.” — Narrator/Host [01:33]
[02:00–03:26]
[03:26–05:49]
Jimmy is approached by mysterious figures who hand him parcels— a tiger's head, then a human skull—each intensifying his anxiety and confusion.
A recurring character—sometimes hidden, sometimes masked—delivers these grim reminders and then vanishes.
“A cardboard box. Heavy kind of, and tissue. Lots of tissue around. Something that had the feel of a head. It is a head. The stuffed head of a jungle tiger. Its mouth fixed in the snarl. It sends the blood hammering to my head. Doesn’t make sense.” — Jimmy Foxx/Scott [03:48]
[06:01–08:22]
Jimmy's tormentor reveals himself on Halloween night, masked and relentless. The psychological games escalate as Jimmy is dared to "identify the skull"—hinting it's Boxer Dolan’s.
The masked man gives Jimmy an hour to figure out the identity, connecting past crimes to present events.
“Suppose I give you an hour to identify the skull. It’s eight now… until nine o’clock, then.” — Boxer Dolan [06:38]
[08:22–10:22]
The challenger is revealed as Kavanaugh—one of Jimmy’s presumed-dead partners.
He accuses Jimmy of purposely loading rifles with blank cartridges, causing their deaths for the sake of loot.
“You engineered the murder of two men. You murdered your two partners in crime. Just one day’s push from the Hindu temple… and then you murdered them.” — Boxer Dolan/Kavanaugh [09:47]
[10:22–13:32]
Kavanaugh, disfigured and fueled by revenge, announces a deadly game: Jimmy will be hunted in the “jungle of the city” for 24 hours by Kavanaugh and a deadly network of hired killers.
The city is reframed as a predatory jungle teeming with real and symbolic “beasts.”
“I’m gonna hunt you for 24 hours in this jungle, the jungle of the city, with every beast of prey I can find…” — Kavanaugh [11:22]
[15:15–18:14]
[17:20–18:44]
Jimmy manages to disarm an apparent criminal (“Dead Eyed Dick”) and arms himself to take the offensive.
When he tries to shoot Kavanaugh, he discovers his gun has been loaded with blanks—another echo of the original crime.
“How does it feel to hunt game with blank cartridges, like Boxer Dolan and I did once?” — Kavanaugh [18:14]
[18:57–21:12]
[21:27–26:26]
[26:42–28:06]
The Narrator/Host and characters offer final commentary, with macabre humor and reflection on the blending of insanity and terror.
“Quite a chase. It got so poor Jim didn’t know whether he was coming or going nuts. What got his goat most was the way he kept seeing animals everywhere. Very confusing to a guy on the lam.” — Narrator/Host [26:42]
Corpse for Halloween is a masterclass in psychological radio suspense, blending supernatural touches, unreliable narrators, and classic urban paranoia. As Jimmy Foxx races against guilt, killer, and time, listeners experience his spiraling terror and questionable grasp on reality—fitting entertainment for a spooky Halloween night around the radio.