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A (0:06)
Oh, stories. Real stories. And murder too. Turn out your legs. Turn them out. Good evening. Come in, won't you? What's the matter? Surely you're not nervous for that to be calm, I think restored we are meant to call from out of the past. Stories, strange and weird. Tales of mystery and terror by radio's masters of the MAA Stories of the supernatural, the supernormal dramatized the mysteries of the unknown. We tell you this. Frank. Frank. So if you wish to avoid the excitement of these magnet play ladies, we urge you our latest series to turn off your radio.
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Welcome back to the Horror. Our story comes from Beyond Midnight this week. A series that debuted November 1, 1968 and aired for 78 episodes until April 24 of 1970 over Springbok Radio in South Africa. Our story Today is from February 28, 1969. Episode 18 titled all at Sea.
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I'm an old sailor. I cross the Atlantic pretty often. I have my favorite ships, you see, and I have a habit of waiting for certain vessels I favor. It may be prejudice, but I was only cheated out of a good passage once in my life. I remember it very well. It was the 1st of June and the Kamshatka was a ship I always loved to travel on. I say was because she emphatically and no longer is. She's uncommonly clean in a run aft. She has enough bluffing off in the bows to keep her dry, and the lower berths are most of them double. She has a lot of advantages, but I won't cross that duck pond in her again. Why? You'll find out. You'll find out the terror that was curtained in the upper birth on the June crossing of the Atlantic that year when all the drowned souls who ever were endeavored to drag me beyond Midnight. Biotech the new soak and pre wash powder presents Beyond Midnight by Michael McCabe. Since biotechs appeared on the market, we've had many endorsements from time to time and these can be seen in our office. I am broadcasting some of these to you and will do so as they come to hand. Mrs. M.V. clauser of 5th Avenue, Pinetown, Natal wrote and said, here's a letter from me of appreciation to the basis of biotechs. I am highly satisfied with biotechs and have introduced my friends to your product and so far there has not been one complaint that it does not live up to the claims you make for it. I have two sons aged two and a half and one year. The elder boy gets filthy dirty and his clothes are pretty much the Worse for wear. At the end of the day, the baby naturally drags himself about and his little diapers become very black and dirty at the end of each day, too. The point I'm trying to make with you is that every night I soak these diapers and the elder child's clothing in Biotex. And in the morning, all I have is a slight rubbing and rinsing and that's it. The name again is Biotex. 105. Lower birth, please. Stewart took my portmanteau, great coat and rug. I shall never forget the expression on his face. I supposed at the time, as he led me into the lower regions, that the steward had had a little grog. But I said nothing and followed him. 105 was on the port side, well aft. There was nothing remarkable about the cabin. The lower berth was double. There was the usual washing apparatus. The folded blankets looked like large buckwheat cakes. The general air was one of desolation. I remember. I'll try and make you as comfortable all I can, sir. Thank you. Oh, thank you, sir. Ciao. I hope it'll be a good crossing for you. Well, one passes across the Atlantic very much like another. Whales and icebergs are always indeed objects of interest. But after all, one whale is very much like another whale. One rarely sees an iceberg at close quarters. I agree, sir. No one don't. I must say I'm not looking forward the first day at sea. People pace the decks and stare at one. Everything's uncertain. No one knows whether the food's going to be good or bad or indifferent.
