
Unsolved Mysteries 36-xx-xx (20) The Horror Of Bebe Dele
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Narrator/Storyteller
Unsolved Mysteries. Out of deference to people who may still be living, character names in some of these true unsolved mysteries have been changed. I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part, and each particular hair stand on end. So spoke the ghost of Hamlet's father. But the words might well have been applied to the horror of Bena d'.
Frank
Ebole.
Narrator/Storyteller
The scene is the heart of darkest Africa. A tiny, nameless village not far from Benedebele. The village but a small clearing fighting off the ever engulfing jungle. The jungle dark, mysterious, full of fearful sounds and fuller yet of fearsome shadows. Overhead, the sky is lost beyond the locked and twisted branches of tall trees. And below, the black of night is pierced by the kill call of the lion. The sharp hysterical laugh of the hyena. Shuddering whimpering of a group of natives shivering about the campfire. Three white men, their rifles across their knees, stare out into the surrounding blackness.
Jack
If you want to know what I think, I think you fellas are batty. You've been out here too long. You've let a lot of native gossip get under your hide. Now wait a minute, Jack. I haven't seen this thing.
Frank
The natives who have seen it say it's a black leopard. I've only seen its tracks and they're enormous. Bigger than any lion spoor I've ever seen. I set a trap for the brute last night. It didn't go off, and this morning I went to take a look at it. It had been set off by hand.
Jack
One of the natives probably set it off.
Frank
Do you think any one of the natives would come out here after dark with almost a dozen of their brothers lying back? They are mangled so that you can't tell they were other human beings. Not on your life, irrespective of what.
Jack
It Is we've got to kill it. Or the natives will pack up and leave the village. You can't convince them that it is no Nakapa, the witch doctor. But it's so silly. The idea that just because they expelled the witch doctor. That he should turn himself into a black leopard and come back to kill them one by one. Why? It's silly.
Frank
Maybe it is silly, but look at it from their standpoint. Old Nakapa, who's 70 if he's a day, wants to marry the village belle. Asks a spell on her. In a week she's dead.
Jack
Jack will say that's coincidence.
Frank
Yes, because he hasn't been out here as long as we have. In any case, the villagers drive old Nakapa out of the village. He curses them and the village and tells them that he'll return in the form of a wild beast and kill. Kill them one by one.
Jack
And the next night one of them is mauled by a black panther. And the night after that, and after that, and after that. Till 10 of them have been killed.
Frank
Laugh that off, will you?
Jack
Coincidence.
Frank
Listen, I'm willing to accept one or two as coincidence. But 10? That's different.
Jack
Why not 10? If the boat's got a taste for human flesh, why not the whole village? If he's a man eating panther? There's a subtle distinction between a panther and a leopard. Leopards are not man eaters.
Frank
And why only the men? Since even a wild animal knows that the women are easier to get.
Jack
You're jittery, that's all. What's that?
Frank
You're not jittery, are you? Well, that's probably a wild parrot.
Jack
That's a parrot's rot. Then you name it. Go on. You've heard it twice. Name it. Well, I. I can't.
Frank
I never heard anything like it's niche.
Narrator/Storyteller
He come.
Frank
That Nakapa. You hear him? Nakapa Give witch doctor call of death. Now that.
Jack
That scream we heard was the witch doctor.
Frank
You heard what Nietzsche said. Come on.
Jack
Come on. Timer getting away from fire.
Frank
Yes. Lychee here. Yes, Buena. Hellboy. Who afraid? Follow me. Lie quiet. By fire no move. No speak. Only lie quiet. Yes, Buena may.
Jack
Tell him, Number one.
Frank
All right, fellows, follow me. We'll get onto the trail.
Narrator/Storyteller
Forcing their way through the dense underbrush, the three white men, followed closely by their gun bearers, worked their way to the animal trail. The jungle has become strangely still at the horrifying shrieks of the witch doctor. Almost as though brute beasts though they were, they voiced silent disapproval of anything so brutish the Party pushes on their general direction toward Bennett Abele. Suddenly holding up his hand for silence.
Jack
Frank stops, then points to a yawning.
Narrator/Storyteller
Black hole in the already black jungle.
Jack
A pair of gleaming eyes.
Narrator/Storyteller
A streak of glistening white below the foam flecked jaws of a maddened animal.
Frank
Take careful aim. You, Bill, after me. And you, Jack, take the brute if he leaps to the right. Right. Okay.
Jack
Ready? Again.
Frank
It's gone.
Jack
And I know I hit.
Narrator/Storyteller
So did I.
Frank
Come on, let's hurry.
Jack
Look here. The tracks.
Frank
Come here, quick.
Jack
What is it?
Frank
We did hit it.
Jack
Look. Somebody's shot took effect. Why, that shot part of its jaw away.
Frank
Warner.
Jack
Warner.
Frank
Come on. Come on. It's at the village.
Jack
Even the beasts know there's something not quite right. Beats me how the brute can run it all. It must be more than half dead. If it gets into the compound, we'll have no difficulty finding it.
Frank
Or we'll be at the compound in a moment. Bwana. Buena.
Jack
Yes, Nichi. Here.
Narrator/Storyteller
Buena.
Frank
Here. It's trained again.
Jack
My gosh, he's right. Look. Headed this way. What on earth does a half dead animal want to come this way for? It has to cross the whole length of the compound before it can reach jungle again.
Frank
Take it easy now, fellows. We're at the end of the trail.
Jack
Bleeding pretty badly now. The spore's soaking.
Frank
All right, I'll go first. No foolhardiness, no hasty shooting.
Jack
Frank, look. The trail leads right to your bungalow.
Frank
I know it.
Jack
Stand back.
Frank
I'm going first.
Jack
It went into the living room. Look out when you go through the opening. This is the Jack stops dead.
Frank
His eyes start from his head.
Narrator/Storyteller
The bloody paw marks cross the bare wood floor and end before a huge oak chest.
Jack
He points and stutters. But it isn't here. Yes, it is. Got your 45 ready, Bill? Yes.
Frank
Stand on the left side of the chest. You, Jack in front.
Jack
I'll open it.
Narrator/Storyteller
On tiptoe and in silence, the three men take their places. The native boys crouch in the open doorway. Taking his.45 in his left hand, Frank slowly opens the heavy lid of the chest.
Jack
A gasp of horror escapes them.
Narrator/Storyteller
Incredulously, Jack leans farther forward and stares into the chest. Sprawled like some nightmarish monster, half his jaw shot away, lies Na Capa, the witch doctor. The horror of Benedeboli.
Frank
Dead.
Narrator/Storyteller
In just a moment you will hear a solution to the mystery of the horror of Benedevolution.
Jack
Sa sam.
Narrator/Storyteller
Ladies and gentlemen, Inasmuch as any solution must of necessity be supposition, liberties of time, place and character have Been taken with the solution for which you have been waiting. The scene is Frank Hilton's bungalow. One hour later. The natives have disposed of the horror and the three white men are seated at the table, while Nietzsche, the native boy, serves them something to steady their nerves.
Jack
Well, Jack, what have you to say now?
Narrator/Storyteller
Nothing.
Frank
I want to forget it. You won't, not as long as you live.
Jack
But it's impossible. I expect to wake up any minute and find it's all a nightmare. Yes, and every time you think of it, you'll do the same thing. In spite of the fact that I was here, I still don't believe.
Frank
Oh, it's true, all right. This isn't my first experience with one of the things. No, we're not Bill's either. You'll get used to it if you live here long enough.
Jack
Not me. I'll take my chances elsewhere.
Frank
What would you call it? Never mind what I call it. Science calls it lycanthropy.
Jack
Science? Does science recognize what we just saw?
Frank
Yes. Lycanthropy is, first in folklore, the liability of a person to turn into an animal.
Jack
And.
Frank
And secondly, in pathology, the belief of a person that he or she is some sort of. An animal.
Jack
Sort of insanity. Yes.
Frank
The idea is this, that the person who, through mental maladjustment begins to think like an animal, will, when removed from the company of human beings, actually turn into an animal.
Jack
But it's impossible. Humanly impossible. Biologically impossible. Yeah.
Frank
Take a look at this.
Jack
I've kept the Encyclopedia Britannica.
Frank
Yes, I had it copied.
Jack
And the pathological state is. It is characterized by the patient's belief that he has been metamorphosed into an animal and is often accompanied by craving for strange articles of food, including the flesh of human beings or corpses. But when he leaves the neighborhood of a man, real metamorphosis may be asserted.
Frank
Pleasant sort of idea, isn't it?
Jack
It's ghastly.
Frank
The common name is werewolves, but wolves are by no means the only animal. The pradhanica states further. In Java, we meet with a wer.
Narrator/Storyteller
Tiger.
Frank
In South America, the word jaguar. In Abyssinia, generally a woman and in the form of hyena or leopard.
Jack
And this is the world in which we live.
Frank
Yes. Shakespeare expressed it admirably when he wrote. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
Jack
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Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode: Unsolved Mysteries 36-xx-xx (20) The Horror Of Bebe Dele
Air Date: November 9, 2025
Main Theme:
The episode transports listeners to the Golden Age of Radio, presenting a suspenseful tale of terror and folklore called "The Horror of Bebe Dele." Set in the depths of an African jungle, the story follows three white men and their native companions as they confront a series of brutal killings attributed to a supernatural shape-shifter—specifically, a witch doctor who may have turned into a man-eating beast. The narrative examines the fine line between superstition and science, ultimately diving into the chilling possibility of lycanthropy, or were-animal transformations.
"I'm willing to accept one or two as coincidence. But 10? That's different." – Frank (05:14)
“Even the beasts know there’s something not quite right…” – Jack (07:33)
"A gasp of horror escapes them... Sprawled like some nightmarish monster, half his jaw shot away, lies Na Capa, the witch doctor. The horror of Benedeboli." – Narrator (08:41, 08:44)
"Science calls it lycanthropy… in pathology, the belief of a person that he or she is some sort of animal." – Frank (11:04, 11:10) "The common name is werewolves, but wolves are by no means the only animal... In Java, we meet with a weretiger. In South America, the word jaguar. In Abyssinia, generally a woman and in the form of hyena or leopard." – Frank (12:00, 12:10)
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in our philosophy.” – Frank quoting Shakespeare (12:18)
The episode is classic pulp-radio: suspenseful, atmospheric, and a little melodramatic. The dialogue and narration blend skepticism and fear, grounding the supernatural in both local folklore and tentative scientific explanation. The language is evocative, rich with descriptions of the jungle's menace and the villagers' terror.
"The Horror of Bebe Dele" is a gripping radio drama that weaves superstition, horror, and proto-scientific speculation into a suspenseful narrative. The characters—and listeners—are left questioning whether what happened was evidence of a psychological disorder, a supernatural curse, or some chilling reality in between. The story remains unresolved, true to the "Unsolved Mysteries" theme, leaving both its characters and the audience haunted by possibilities beyond their understanding.