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The Hermit
Oh, stories.
Paul Wilde
Real stories.
Marlene Lane
And murders too. Turn out your legs.
Dr. Lorre
Turn them out. Good evening. Come in, won't you? What's the matter? Surely you're not nervous for that to be calm by drinking.
Marlene Lane
We are meant.
Narrator
To call from out of the past.
Marlene Lane
Stories, strange and weird.
Dr. Lorre
Tales of mystery and terror by radio's.
Narrator
Masters of the maa.
Paul Wilde
Stories of the supernatural, the supernormal dramatized fantasy.
Dr. Lorre
The mystery of the unknown.
Paul Wilde
We tell you this.
Marlene Lane
Frank. Frank.
Dr. Lorre
So if you wish to avoid the excitement tension of these magnets.
Marlene Lane
Play.
Dr. Lorre
Ladies, we urge you our latest seriously to turn off your radio.
Host
Welcome back to the Horror Old fashioned fear since 2007@RelicRadio.com Our story comes from the Hermit's Cave. This week, a series that debuted in 1936, aired until 1947 over Detroit's WJR radio station, produced over 500 episodes. There was also a West coast run from 1940 to 1944. Our story today is from April 6, 1947. It's titled the Blackness of Terror.
Paul Wilde
The Mummers in the Little Theater of the Air.
Narrator
Now the Hermit.
The Hermit
Ghost Story. Weird stories. Murders too. The Hermit knows of them all. Turn out your lights. Turn them out.
Marlene Lane
Ah.
The Hermit
Have you heard the story? The Likeness of Terror. Then listen while the Hermit tells you the story.
Marlene Lane
It was one week ago today that Paul and I received a telegram about Papa. And since that hour, my life, my thoughts, my feelings have been deeply altered. I have learned the results of the blackness of terror, the hideousness of sin and the horror of madness. On Wednesday last, about 10pm A telegram was delivered to me. Who on earth can be sending me a wire?
Paul Wilde
Who else but your father? But the Power is called before you open it. We're not going to Blue Acres this weekend. We haven't had one weekend to ourselves since we were married.
Marlene Lane
Oh, Paul. It is Papa.
Narrator
I knew it.
Marlene Lane
No, you don't understand. Here.
Paul Wilde
Your father's seriously ill. Suggest you come at once, Dr. Lorre.
Marlene Lane
Papa. Papa.
Paul Wilde
Now, take it easy, Marlene.
Marlene Lane
He's never been ill a day in his life.
Paul Wilde
Your father's getting along in years, darling. You can't expect him not to have some bad days.
Marlene Lane
But Dr. Lorre says seriously he'll. And he's usually terribly conservative. We must start at once. Oh, please understand me. I love my husband Paul very much. But up until the time I married, I had never left my father's side. We'd been inseparable ever since that dreadful morning when, as a little girl of eight years, my papa had taken me on his lap. And after kissing me Tenderly and brushing the curls back from my forehead, he.
Narrator
Had said, little Darl, your papa has something very sad to tell you. But you must be very brave, my darling. Your mother has left us, has written this note to inform us to Terence and Marlene.
Terence Lane
Life here at Blueacres has grown intolerable for me. You're a little child, Marlene, and therefore I cannot explain some things to you. But Terence will know why I'm leaving. My little girl, try to think kindly of your mother. I would take you with me if I could, but that is impossible just now. Your father is a wealthy man and he can give you fine things. I know at Lew Acres you will grow up to be a lady of whom I shall always be proud and a daughter whom I will love forever.
Narrator
Do not cry, my little doll. Had your mother loved you, she would never have left you. From this day forward, there'll be no mention of her name in this house. To us she is dead.
Marlene Lane
It was some years later that I learned that my beautiful mother had left Papa and me and had run away with Philip Cort, a chat the townspeople said was a worthless, dobbering pain. Nothing was ever heard of my mother or him after they left the wake up. Nor did my father, Terence Lane, ever mention her name. He devoted his life to me. I had private tutors that came to Blueacres to instruct me. The very best. Papa imported a master of the piano to teach me. We remained aloof from the world. The only woman in the household beside myself was Mrs. Beaton. Father always did the cleaning of the house. For Blueacres is filled with priceless treasures. And when I would laugh at him dusting, he would always remark.
Narrator
Can't let her clumsy fingers touch this vase. It's worth a thousand dollars if it's worth a penny.
Marlene Lane
The years moved on and I lived in a world of my father's creation. Until this last summer when I was 21 years old. One glorious summer night when the moon made golden patterns on the terraced lawns of Blueacres and the waters of the colored fountains entered in the ground, shot a million rainbow lights into the night. When the French doors of the music room were opened wide to let the cool night air into. I sat at the piano playing the works of one of my favorite composers, Debussy. Papa was not fond of Debussy, and as soon as I began playing, he got up from his chair and went to his study. But the haunting melancholy of Debussy suited me. It was a background to my dreaming and the somehow lonely feeling of My heart that was growing stronger as the years wore on. With only Papa for my companion, I went on playing. And then suddenly I was aware of the presence of another in the room. I felt it strongly even before I turned around.
Paul Wilde
Please go on. It's beautiful. Suited to a night like this. Please.
Marlene Lane
I'm sorry, but I.
Paul Wilde
Don't be sorry. I'm the one who owes you an apology for my intrusion. I'm Paul Wilde. I'm spending my vacation at the Truesdales to live down the roadways.
Marlene Lane
Oh, yes.
Paul Wilde
They told me there was a princess living at Blue Acres. But they didn't do you justice, young lady. No princess was ever quite so fair or lovely as you.
Marlene Lane
Please, Mr. Wilde.
Paul Wilde
The truesdale's also added that a dragon named Terence Lane guards the Princess Marlene with his life.
Marlene Lane
That was very unjust.
Paul Wilde
Really? Well then, if you're not zealously guarded, how about taking a stroll with me? The night is wonderful. And if you're good, I'll reach up and pick you a necklace of stars to wear.
Marlene Lane
I'm sorry, Mr. Wilde.
Paul Wilde
You won't go? It's late and Papa would object?
Marlene Lane
No.
Paul Wilde
Well then, with your kind permission, I'll call tomorrow afternoon to gain his consent for a date tomorrow night. Do I have your permission?
Marlene Lane
Well, yes.
Paul Wilde
Fine. Then do something for me now, will you?
Marlene Lane
If I can.
Paul Wilde
Play something for me as I walk away. Shall we have something light and joyous this time? Something more in tune with the happiness in store for you and me. I'll be listening for our theme song.
Marlene Lane
Paul. Paul Wilde. Only those deeply in love can understand what I mean when I say it was adoration on sight. I knew that from that second until eternity there would be none other for me than Paul. And true to his word, he was at Blueacres the next afternoon asking father's consent for an evening with him. I didn't hear their conversation, but I did hear from Papa.
Narrator
Later, my dear. I'm an old man, wise in the ways of the world. I've spent my entire life protecting you from the vulgar of this world. The worthless. And I protected your mother more carefully. And there would have been the scandal in this house caused by her treacherous act. I have already called into the city this Paul Wilde. Nothing but a simple clerk with poor wages.
Marlene Lane
Is there never to be anyone for me?
Narrator
Of course, when the time comes. But this is not the time.
Marlene Lane
I had never disobeyed my father. But I did so that night I sent Paul a note. And we met at midnight in the garden. The break my molly Say it again, Paul. It sounds so wonderful. I've never had anyone but Papa. Take my name with love, my Marlene.
Paul Wilde
I have a lifetime of love to give you. A heart bursting with love for you. Do you love me, my darling?
Marlene Lane
Oh, yes, Pa. Say it. I love you. Oh, I love you.
Paul Wilde
And now say this. I love you enough to leave Blue Acres and marry you.
Marlene Lane
Paul, I love you enough to leave. Oh, Paula, I can't. I can't do that to Papa.
Paul Wilde
Must you give up your life to him?
Marlene Lane
No. But to leave him as Mother did.
Paul Wilde
Then will you let me go out of your life?
Marlene Lane
No. No. There were other surreptitious meetings. There were arguments, persuasion, protestations. But in the end, love won out. Paul and I ran away and were married. I will never forget the following day when Paul and I returned to faith.
Narrator
Father, what is done cannot be undone.
Marlene Lane
Papa, you forgive me?
Narrator
Yes, I forgive you.
Marlene Lane
Oh, Papa Paul. Isn't he wonderful?
Narrator
You are the love of my life. And if Paul realizes this, he will not keep you absent from me for any long periods of time.
Marlene Lane
Of course not, Papa. Blue Acres will continue to be our home. That I hadn't reckoned with Paul when I made the statement he would not quit work and live at Blue Acres off Papa's Bounty, as he called it. So for the time being, we've been spending weekends at Blue Acres. At this moment, I felt a little resentful that Paul had taken me away from Papa. We arrived at blue acres and Mrs. Eaton opened the door to us just as dawn was grating over Blue Acres.
Mrs. Eaton
Oh, at last you've arrived. Come in, Papa. Your father's a very sick man.
Paul Wilde
What is it, Mrs. Needle?
Mrs. Eaton
I think, Ms. Marlene, you should let Dr. Lorry explain.
Marlene Lane
Oh, yeah.
Paul Wilde
I'll take the luggage upstairs.
Marlene Lane
I'll go to Father.
Mrs. Eaton
You'll find him in his study. Doctor had a bed set up in there where it's easier for me to care for him. Besides, he seems more content there.
Marlene Lane
Hasn't Dr. Laurie gotten a nurse for Papa?
Mrs. Eaton
We tried it, but he wouldn't have one. We'd better knock on the door. Doctor's in there with him now.
Marlene Lane
Come in, Papa. I ran across the room to my father's bed. I looked down at him and then in dismay at Dr. Lorry. For my father's face was a horrible sight, twisted and pulled out of shape. And his eyes, his burning eyes, they were staring at me wildly. I. I reached out for his hand, cried out to him, Papa. What is it, Dr. Lori?
Paul Wilde
Stroke.
Marlene Lane
Oh, Papa, don't worry. Dr. Lori will get you well again. Can you hear my voice?
Dr. Lorre
I'm not quite sure this morning, but I think so. He does know who you are. Come outside with me, Marlene. I want to talk to you.
Marlene Lane
I'm going in the drawing room, Papa, to talk to Dr. Lorre. I'll be right back and then I won't leave. I won't leave until you're well again. Come. The drawing room, Doctor. I should never have left him.
Dr. Lorre
Fiddlesticks. You did the right thing, but my.
Marlene Lane
Marriage has brought this on. He loved me so. And I love him. He's been lost with me gone.
Dr. Lorre
Marlene, I. Dr. Laurie.
Marlene Lane
His eye.
Dr. Lorre
Yes, my dear. I was just about to talk to you of this.
Marlene Lane
What is it?
Dr. Lorre
I wish I knew. Your father is suffering from some terrible fear that I'm inclined to think is nothing to do with his fear of dying.
Marlene Lane
Has he said anything about it?
Dr. Lorre
He can't speak. Only the guttural sound you heard. He can't write. He can't lift his hands.
Marlene Lane
How dreadful.
Dr. Lorre
What that fear is, I don't know. I've watched with him nights, and it appears that whatever causes his wild fear is worse then.
Marlene Lane
Poor Papa.
Dr. Lorre
As soon as office hours are over this evening, I'll drive out here to Blue Acres. Perhaps between the two of us, we'll be able to discover what causes his distress and be able to help him.
Marlene Lane
It filled my heart with sorrow to see my father suffering such pain and discomfort. And the look in his eyes, the mad, wild look, was almost more than I could bear at last. Night came. I rejoiced when I heard Mrs. Eaton usher, Dr. Laurie, in. He and I sat by Father's bed while the heavy minutes ticked past. There seemed to be no change in his condition. But as night wore on, and it was fast reaching midnight, there was a change in his eyes. The fear in them was so marked that I trembled from it.
Dr. Lorre
Dr. Lorre said, do you see his eyes?
Marlene Lane
Yes.
Dr. Lorre
It says if he sees something we don't see.
Marlene Lane
Yes, it was so. His eyes seemed to be riveted on the door to his study. And it was then that I thought I heard a low moan. What was that?
Dr. Lorre
I don't know.
Marlene Lane
It didn't come from Father?
Dr. Lorre
No. But look at him now.
Marlene Lane
Now Father's eyes were trained in closer to his bed. He was struggling, attempting to lift his hand. It was very plain to me, and I cried out, doctor, there's some unseen thing standing over Papa's bed.
Dr. Lorre
That is the way I diagnose it. There is something unseen to us. But clearly seen by your father.
Marlene Lane
And look, the bed clothes are moving, but he's not touching them. What is it, Dr. Laurie? What is it?
The Hermit
An unseen spirit, eh? Witnessed only by the die. What does Lawrence Terrence Lane see? What causes him to fear so mightily? The hermit will tell you before the night is dead.
Marlene Lane
D.
Narrator
And now the hermit will continue.
The Hermit
Only a few minutes have passed, but Marleene, in her anxiety to aid her father in his terrible fear, only makes matters more difficult. Now it appears that the dying man wishes his beloved daughter out of the room too. And so Paul, the husband of Marlene, with his arms about a lead from the room, guides her into the music room, where she sinks into a chair, sobbing softly. Listen.
Paul Wilde
Darling, if you get overwrought ill, you won't be able to help your father.
Marlene Lane
Oh, Paul, it's so dreadful. I tell you, papa sees things there in his room. Some vision that frightened him. I saw the bed clothes move and papa wasn't touching them.
Paul Wilde
Please, dear, try to control your nerves. Shall I have Mrs. Eaton make you some tea? It'll help soothe you. I'll be right back, darling. Only take a second.
Marlene Lane
Paul went into the kitchen. I sat trying to get a hold of myself. It was only a few minutes after he'd left the room. Once again I was aware of the same sound I had heard in father's room. The sound that had made his eyes turn mad with the terror of it. Was I too, losing my mind? What was the answer to this strange phenomenon? A sound that to my ears was exactly like that of a woman moaning. At first it was close to me in the music room, and then it grew fainter, but still distinct. And though it's difficult to believe, there was a second when I felt as if something had brushed past my chair, had touched my shoulder. I cried out for Paul. Paul.
Paul Wilde
Paul, what is it? I'm right here.
Marlene Lane
Paul. Listen. Do you hear a strange sound?
Paul Wilde
What sort of a sound?
Marlene Lane
A sound like a woman moaning. No, I heard it distinctly. You listen.
Paul Wilde
You drink this tea and forget about such things.
Marlene Lane
Please, Paul, Quiet now. Do you hear? By George, you do hear it.
Paul Wilde
Some unusual sound.
Marlene Lane
Where is it coming from?
Dr. Lorre
I don't know.
Marlene Lane
There it is again.
Dr. Lorre
Yeah.
Narrator
So?
Paul Wilde
It seems to be coming from these walls of the music room.
Marlene Lane
That's it.
Paul Wilde
Or from out on a terrace.
Marlene Lane
It's nearer than that.
Paul Wilde
Here in this wall behind the piano?
Marlene Lane
Yes. Why are you feeling the walls?
Paul Wilde
This panel here, look.
Marlene Lane
It's. Why the panel that opened. I've lived here all my life and I never knew.
Paul Wilde
An inner room in here.
Marlene Lane
You can hear them moaning from here. Much closer.
Paul Wilde
Marlene, get the candle from the piano. I'm going to look around in here.
Marlene Lane
Here. Paul.
Paul Wilde
This passage in here must lead to another room in the house.
Marlene Lane
I'm coming with you.
Paul Wilde
And the moaning we heard was from someone in the adjoining room. From here.
Marlene Lane
Paul, Wait here. Look.
Paul Wilde
What is it?
Marlene Lane
This enormous chest. Listen. Quick. There's someone inside this chest.
Paul Wilde
I believe you're right.
Marlene Lane
Hurry. They'll smother to death. Yeah.
Paul Wilde
It's locked.
Marlene Lane
Locked? Someone's been pushed into this chest and it's been locked against them. Hurry. Can't you break it open? I'm going to try.
Paul Wilde
That a lock is getting now.
Marlene Lane
What happened to.
Dr. Lorre
Not one skeleton, Paul? Two.
Paul Wilde
Two.
Dr. Lorre
I'm going to take this chest into Terence Lane's room. When I question him and show him what we've found in his secret hiding place, no doubt we'll have the answer to our tragedy and our riddle.
Marlene Lane
When confronted with the test and the skeletons of human beings found in it. When asked questions by Dr. Lorre that Papa could answer by a nod of his head, we found the solution to the mystery of Blue Acre. Yes, the skeletons were those of Philip Court and my mother. My father had killed them before they ever got away from the house. The night mother intended to leave him, Dr. Laurie filled in many blank spaces in the life of my mother and father.
Dr. Lorre
Your father was an insanely jealous man, Marlene. He would allow her no friends. He even went to the city alone and bought her gowns for her. He would allow no one to look upon her. He hated me because I attended her at your birth. I was surprised when he allowed you to get away from him and marry Paul. But I figured that out now.
Paul Wilde
What do you mean, Doctor?
Dr. Lorre
I found a large quantity of arsenic in his desk.
Paul Wilde
Great heaven.
Dr. Lorre
I'm sure it was his intention to do away with you, Paul. Then once again he could have marleened to himself.
Marlene Lane
Take me away, Paul. Paul and I left Blueacres next morning. Terrence Lane. My father is still living. Mrs. Eaton cares for him. I haven't been out since that horrible night when the moaning of my mother's spirit led me to her grave. But we will go out this weekend if he's still living. Paul says I can never be happy unless I forgive him. Besides, the eyes of my father show madness the evening after darkness gathers. And so we know he is tortured enough. Each night he must see the spirit of my mother standing over his bed accusing him of his crime of double murder.
The Hermit
Yes, Terrence Lane lies, suffering for his guilt, unable to speak to those who stand beside him. And in the night time, a vision of a woman appears before him. The vision of one whom he murdered because of his insane jealousy. Yes, Terence Lane has learned during these last hours the blackness. The awful blackness of terror. Turn on your lights. Turn them on. I'll be back there and dream.
Narrator
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Host
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Podcast Summary: The Blackness Of Terror by The Hermit’s Cave
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In the episode titled "The Blackness Of Terror," RelicRadio.com's The Horror! series transports listeners back to the golden age of radio with a haunting tale from "The Hermit’s Cave." This story, originally aired in 1947, unfolds the eerie events surrounding the Lane family at their estate, Blue Acres. The narrative weaves together themes of love, betrayal, madness, and supernatural phenomena, culminating in a revelation that ties the family's tragic history to the present terror.
The story is set in the opulent Blue Acres estate, a grand residence filled with priceless treasures and maintained meticulously by Marlene Lane and her father, Terence Lane. Marlene's life has been one of isolation, sheltered from the outside world, especially after her mother mysteriously left the family years prior. The serenity of Blue Acres forms the backdrop against which the horror and mystery of the tale unfold.
One week prior to the main events, Marlene and her husband Paul receive a telegram concerning Marlene's father, Terence Lane. Marlene expresses her profound distress:
Marlene Lane: "I have learned the results of the blackness of terror, the hideousness of sin and the horror of madness." ([02:40])
This telegram sparks a series of unsettling events, emphasizing Terence's unexpected illness and the facade of their seemingly perfect life.
Marlene reflects on her mother's sudden departure years earlier with Philip Cort, a man deemed unsuitable by the townspeople. Her father's subsequent overprotectiveness led to a secluded life at Blue Acres, surrounded by treasures and insulated from societal interactions. This isolation plays a crucial role in setting the stage for the ensuing horror.
Marlene Lane: "We remained aloof from the world." ([05:30])
Paul Wilde, Marlene's husband, arrives at Blue Acres. His charm and romantic overtures contrast sharply with the rigid environment imposed by Terence. Their blossoming romance, however, incites tension with Terence, hinting at underlying familial conflicts.
Paul Wilde: "No princess was ever quite so fair or lovely as you." ([08:20])
Terence falls gravely ill, exhibiting symptoms of intense fear and paranoia. Dr. Lorre investigates, noting:
Dr. Lorre: "I don't know. Your father is suffering from some terrible fear that I'm inclined to think is nothing to do with his fear of dying." ([14:52])
Marlene witnesses her father's terrifying condition, where his eyes dart wildly, and he mutters incomprehensible sounds, heightening the suspense and mystery.
As night falls, both Marlene and Paul experience eerie phenomena—moans and movements attributed to unseen spirits. Their investigation leads them to discover a hidden passage and, ultimately, a locked chest containing human skeletons. The chilling discovery reveals the presence of another room, suggesting foul play.
Marlene Lane: "Someone's been pushed into this chest and it's been locked against them." ([21:36])
Dr. Lorre uncovers evidence pointing to Terence's culpability. The presence of arsenic in Terence's desk and the skeletons of Marlene's mother and Philip Cort indicate that Terence murdered them out of jealousy and possessiveness.
Dr. Lorre: "Your father was an insanely jealous man, Marlene." ([23:03])
Terence's madness and the unspeakable acts he committed underlie the terror that now haunts him, manifesting as ghostly apparitions accusing him of his crimes.
Following the revelation, Marlene and Paul decide to leave Blue Acres, seeking peace away from the tormented father. However, Terence's ghost continues to plague the estate, symbolizing the inescapable nature of his guilt and the enduring impact of his actions.
The Hermit: "Terence Lane has learned during these last hours the blackness. The awful blackness of terror." ([24:58])
"The Blackness Of Terror" masterfully combines elements of classic horror with psychological thriller aspects, creating a narrative that is both engaging and unsettling. Through its intricate plot and well-developed characters, the story explores the depths of human emotion and the supernatural, leaving listeners with lingering questions about the nature of guilt, redemption, and the enduring impact of our darkest actions. RelicRadio.com's reimagining of this 1947 radio episode not only preserves the timeless essence of old-time radio horror but also offers a compelling reminder of how certain fears transcend time.