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Welcome back to the horror old fashioned Fear. Every Saturday@ RelicRadio.com we're gonna hear from beyond midnight this week South African series that aired over Springbok Radio from November 1st of 1968 to April 24th of 1970. 78 episodes in all. Our story today is the Werewolf. This one aired September 5, 1969.

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Has anybody ever seen anything so beautiful as that valley, those mountains. Mr. Baron, a month ago someone had said dry burden to me. I just had said who? But now, where am I? Just outside the village of Triburg at the delightful villa rented by the vault one of the most delicious view in all the world. And the prospect of some divine meal to be served in the open air. Come and see round the villa before you take it for granted. Beautiful. And as for the cookie, the songs of the birds high and alert. The year 1926 Europe Nyberg those effects facts are just a few people can never forget and would give anything to forget. They were happy that day. Very happy. The Vaughn, Eric and his American wife and their visitor Louis Banning. Three civilized people had met together in a remote place. It was natural that they should wish to spend longer in one another's company. They were happy that day. But terror killed the laughter. 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After we boasted so much to you about a little place perched up here in so heavenly a spot. Now, please don't blame yourself. Who can control the elements? I'll tell you one thing. Those two poor beggars who are lost will be pretty miserable in all that. Oh, Eric. Now the weather can't possibly wind them anymore. Now he can't be alive. Cheers. Cheers. Cheers. Kyle says there's no help for them. They're missing wheat now that forest. Well, if you want to believe they're alive, believe it. But how could they be as. I don't know the details. Well, not much. The first chap belonged to a Little Bridge about 10 miles away. He was coming back from a short climb in the mountains. It was already dark. Probably fell into a drift or something, who knows. A shepherd camping on one of the Lower Alps said good night to him. Saw in graze of trees on the way down. That was it. The other one, apparently, was one of the search party who went out the following day. Don't Shame that. He'd been posted as a stop while the rest of them beat the wood towards him. When the line of beaters reached his place, it wasn't there. Never seen again. Well, everyone in the village suspects wolves. There's been no shooting since 1914. They're coming back, the wolves. Lots and lots of them before the war. All sorts of rich people, Hungarians mostly. They used to shoot the forest. Oh God. Now, of course, the whole of the eastern Carpathians aren't as remote as they were 10 years ago. It's wolves in that, didn't they? Yes, of course. The traces, blood, something. One theory, of course, is that both of them grew tired of the old domestic routine. Just vanished. There's. It's the cynic. On their way to the Argentine by now. Who's finished the drink. Is that what you really think? Well, why not? The wolves aren't intact. No sign of a struggle. If those chaps have been killed, backed in by something prowling about, waiting for its chance and there isn't anything. What do you think, Danny? Whether you believe my darling wife with a dark, slatted eyes or me, cool, calm and detached. So nickel if you like. Depends on whether you're going to return to the village or have a bed here. I don't fancy going back tonight, I must say. Then fill up. Mr. Banning. We're delighted to have you stay. Take his glass, Eric, and make it full right up. No, I don't want to get. After his stay with the horn, Lewis Banning had no more taste for a lonely holiday. So he did the next best thing. He took an active interest in the light of the village. He heard all the gossip, for he was staying in the general clearinghouse. The village king. Evening. We found him with the local magistrate. He was my friend. My very good friend, Mr. Benning, for years. We have obtained our provisions from him. Yeah. As you say, frightening. And most of us are frightened. No trace? No. No signus. He climbed up through the forest. It was not completely dark, yet he. He hoped to kill a small brown bird. In English. The name is not familiar. However, no matter good eating, he did not return. One single shot was hurt. Near to 10:30. Nothing more. Mr. Bannon. You and your friend. Other Englishmen. The one with a beautiful wine. Vaughan. Yes. I would like you to help us. Mr. Vaughan is, I believe, a hunter of repute. Please, what can we do? Oh, I. I'd be honored to help. Shall I seems to warn? I had no idea he was a hunter, but. Well, I'll come up there first thing in the morning. Otherwise, said Benny, what are we to do? Must we wait until the whole village is Sean first thing in the morning? Eric Vaughan was one of those surprisingly Englishman whom you may know for years without realizing. But once there were colored men in Africa or Burma or Borneo who knew him still better and drove game for him. And acknowledged him as someone juster than their God, but no more comprehensible. Vaughn knew something about tracking, and he spoke with confidence about guns. Banning could shoot cunningly well. And so decided to try and be of some use. Because fear had settled by now like a cloud upon Virtus. That morning they took roughly the same path the Grosser must have followed. What have you noticed? There are no birds. None. Someone turned aside from a path here. Why? Big rock up there. White. Like a centaur who dash off the path through a thicket. When you know you're being followed, you like to have a clear space around you. It's comforting to be on top of that rock with a gun in your hands. If you got there in time. Let's go up. See? Scrub all been pushed aside. Strange up here with that tree. Ah, look. The top to where they'd climbed with bare stones. With clumps of creeper and ivy growing from the cranny. Set back some three yards from the edge was a little tree growing in a pocket of soil. One side of its base was shattered into slivers. It had received a full charge of shot at close quarters. The bird she sees at last. This items he broke. Look at that. Blood. Blood? Just a. A drop. Yeah. See Something from one. Most likely was killed or wounded. Yeah, fell discharging the gun that shattered the little tree here. Where's the body? No body. Dragged away in that direction. Whoever left that blood obviously wasn't too badly hurt. Got away again. Burned two legs. Let's go back. Interesting. But what does it tell us? Nothing definite yet. Although I no longer suspect wolves or not that I ever did the most liked into. No, quite some kind of foul play. Show me his body. Show me any motive for killing him. It could still be an animal born. I mean the blood press pretty fresh. The gun blast in fear after sudden fright. The whole countryside. She has been beaten. It's a wolf. We should find the remains. A beer. They are quite harmless. They don't take men. Mr. Thorne, I must tell you something. Once upon a time, a long time ago. Joseph Vice. Not the present Joseph. I. No, no. He's his grandfather. He once fired into woods point blank at a grave walls. The biggest gray wolf he had ever seen. Point blank. But the wolf ran away. And again he met the animal. The same thing happened twice more. Three times more. He shot at it, but never killed it. Not until he loaded his gun with silver. The beast vanished after the shot. But Heinrich the cobbler was found dying in his house with a beaten silver dollar in his belly. Oh, you know, superstition. I think that was a long time ago now, gentlemen. But it was a long time ago at his troops. Friends, will you continue to help us? Will you assist us and find for us what is taking our people? Yes, we'll assist you, sir. With pleasure. I feel like a new man. It's a lovely day today. I thought. I am. I took a grandpa headache powder and I were better. When colds and flu are about, Grandpa headache powders are what you need. Grandpa headache powders work fast because they dissolve almost immediately. Grandpa makes all those dreadful flu symptoms disappear quickly. So whenever you're in pain, get fast relief. Get Grandpa headache powder. Ah, Grandpa. Oh, darling, can't it look as though you're enjoying yourself? The party's health. Yes, it was until I ate. Okay, but Di gel. I always keep some in my bag. But I already took an antacid. Yes, darling, but Digel is much more than an Antacid Digel has double action. There's a layer of antacid plus a layer of some. It's the dress for bloated feeling. Here, try a D gel. Like they say when you eat too well. Demand di gel. Three men taken soundlessly. No trace of the bodies. Just a broken tree. Lot of blood. Unless the three men had something in common. Or a common enemy. It's got to be some animal. But what? What could be so clever? A werewolf. Louis, please. A drink, Louis? Tonight? Not just now, thanks, Carlos. Look, I don't say a man could change himself into a wolf. I know why he'd want to though. I want that. What does it feel like? As if the woods had got under your skin. Do you want to walk wild and crouch at the knees? Oh darling, I'm sorry. You're stupid. Sorry. Sorry to be scared. I'm going to bed, Kyla. Feel as if the woods were under your skin. I want to crouch at the knees and sound as if that's what you might feel. Are you an authority? No, I'm the werewolf. It's the time of the year, you know. Man is a rather fleet footed animal. Hunting animal. Equipped with all the necessary instincts. We were out with the hunting parties for a whole week. Every night last week. Eric. Nothing. A lot of men will never find out what it is assuming the blossoming's visible. It ceased at least. And when was the first man taken? Oh, about three nights after we arrived at Freiburg. What were you doing that night? I hadn't met you then, have I? No, I think I was getting drunk actually. A lot of Germans we met in France. Pirate drunk? No, she wasn't with me. She went to bed. I have a plan. If you can't be part of it. Listen, the first search party didn't drive this thing, whatever it is, away. They frightened the game away for miles around. And this things merely took one of them. It'll come back just as surely as a man eating lion comes back. And there's only one way to catch it. Bait. Don't look so startled. You're a little overweight as it is to make a most tempting bait. What are you going to do? Tie me to a tree and watch over me with a gun? That's about right. Although you need to be tied up. And as the idea is mine, you can have first turn with a gun. You're not a bad shot, are you? No. Well, good. Incidentally, Kyra mustn't know. Where should we start operations? A rock. Good lookout place, I think, sir. Did you hear what I said? Kyra mustn't know. As far as she's concerned, we. We're going deer stalking at night. Do you think we're going to shoot them when they're asleep? Let's work out some sort of. The rock was the starting point of all their theories and on it they placed the watcher. From the top there was a clear view of the path for 50 yards on either side. The watcher was to take up his stand while covered by the ivy before sunset and at a little before 10 the bait was to be on the path and within shot. He was to walk up and down, taking care never to step out of sight of the rock until midnight when the party would wake up. The difficulty was getting home. They had to go separately. They had to go separately in case they were observed. I've left a note for Cahra, her magistrate, just in case of accident. They put the plan into operation the first night. The second night Kyra asked why they were suddenly obsessed with shooting deer and why in fact they brought no deer home. She asked no other question. The third night arrived. The plan was carried out as usual. Nothing happened. Night Eric Vaugh was on the rock with a little long barreled point 300. The moon came up the path. In front of him was a ribbon of silver. Brandon walked up and down. He smoked a cigar. From the tiny point of night was clearly visible. B kept the rifle trained a yard or two behind the other's head as he walked. Something's happening. The forest's laid aside its business. It's watching. Like us. Bourne looked away from the figure of Manning just for a moment. When his gaze returned to his friend, something white flickered away to the left of the bait. Eric Vaughn tightened his grip on the gun. A bulky object. It seemed to be white and moving fast. It was closing in on Banning again. Kyla. Kyra. Why on earth is this? I was right. There was something following me back there. I know it, darling. But why? What are you doing? I almost shot you. How did you know I was here? I didn't. I looked for you last night too. That break here. You mustn't. These voices. I know what you're doing. But you've got to stop it. I'm very safe, my dear. I promise. So the night before last. And I won't be told about it how? Didn't go down to the village, did we? Four now. Vanished off the face of the earth while we were at that blasted rock. L. Do you realize while we were there, Cairo was looking for us. She was looking for us in the forest. It might have been her instead of that poor beggar's son. I suppose if one's father disappears in the forest in the darkness and you're able bodied and loved him, and then when the search parties fail you, you have to go and see if you can find out what it was he was taken too. By whatever the devil it is. You've got to continue, eh? Kind of. Where though? The rock. The forest. The size of this one. Any place is as good as another. They've all disappeared in the radius around the rock. It's as good as anywhere else. It's my turn to debate. Eric Vaughn could not have explained why he was nervous that night. The previous nights he had been apprehensive, yes, but not openly disturbed. At one point he heard Benning cough and he knew that his friend had noticed his fear and was trying to reassure him. Time passed. The forest deceased. To what? For what? Eric Vaughan had threatened his wife under pain of physical injury. If she should even think of coming to look for her husband. This night she was safe. He felt safe enough with Banning watching. But he still could not contain the trembling that shook his body each and every time he stood still baked. The only thing moving was the moon. No wind. The night wore on it. One minute nothing and then the next. Never mind whatever it. You saved my life feels there's a lot of blood. Somebody would blast a pin at the side of it. It was gray. It was a wolf but. But it stood up and it grabbed you like. Like a man Neck pains like bothering you too much. But I hit it. I know I did. And it grabbed you. I fired and I saw it jerk kick and jump and fall. Got up again Eric. What? What close here am I just today you got your Obama. Yes. I'll not even be out of sight Lying in dead leaves and the bracken with arms outstretched necks twisted to tesli and a hole the size of a man's fist and a white neck was Cairo horn. The Slavic eyes turned up. They saw nothing. She was quite dead. Manning bit hard into his knuckles and tried to speak to him. He wasn't sure. Louis. What is it? Wolf? Sir. That morning Lewis Bing had the silver snake in Virginia make him a solid silver bullet. Louis, Is everything all right? Don't soak, just soak in biotech don't soak, just soak in biotech Just soak, just soak in biotech if you have wondered how to get your washing really stain free Understand this biotech removes the stains and dirt. Washing won't just soak, just soak in biotech stains. Grass stains, tiresome collar and cut stains in grain, dirt, soil and grime. Out they all come and you don't stir a finger. Just soak, just soak in biotech. 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