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Kathy
Oh, stories. Real stories. And murder too. Turn out your legs. Turn them out.
Bob
Good evening.
Kathy
Come in, won't you?
Steve
What's the matter? Surely you're not nervous. Perhaps you can't. By telling a story, we are meant to call from out of the past. Stories strange, weird tales of mystery and.
Bob
Terror by radio's masters of the macabre.
Steve
Stories of the supernatural, the supernormal dramatized by fantasy. The mystery, the unknown. We tell you this, Franklin, so if you wish to avoid the excitement tension of these magnet play, we urging our brave theory to turn off your radio.
Narrator
Welcome back to the Horror. Thanks for joining me. This week we're gonna hear from Theater 5 this time a series that ran from August of 1964 to July of 1965 over ABC stations five days a week at 5pm 260 broadcasts with a variety of different genres of stories. Our story today is they Call Me Howie. This one aired March 19, 1965.
Bob
The other five presents. They call Me Howie.
Holly
Happy birthday, dear Howie Happy birthday to you.
Kathy
Now, honey, make your wish and blow out all the candles.
Howie
I wish. I wish.
Holly
No, son, you're supposed to keep it a secret.
Kathy
Your wish won't come true if you tell.
Holly
That was a loud one. Yep, there go the lights. Oh, hold off on the candles, Howie, till I see about getting some light in here, huh? They're on again. Okay, birthday boy, blow away.
Kathy
Now, take a deep breath. Well, come on, honey, unless you like wax. Frosty. Holly. What's the matter, dear? Bob, look at him. He's white as a sheet.
Holly
I think it's too much birthday. What's the matter, Howie?
Kathy
Let me feel your head. No fever. Maybe it's the storm.
Holly
Oh, now, he's not gonna let a little thing like a thunderstorm frighten him, are you, tiger?
Howie
I didn't get any presents.
Holly
Didn't get any pre. What's he talking about?
Kathy
Darling, you got some lovely presents. A nice new freight car for your train and a baseball bat.
Holly
Wasn't that what you wanted?
Howie
I mean, the last time, Howie, don't.
Kathy
You remember the big party we had on your last birthday in the other house before we moved here. You got all your friends. You got lots of presents. An erector set and a space gun. Well, don't you remember, dear?
Howie
I mean, the last.
Steve
What's he talking about?
Holly
What last time, Howie?
Howie
The last time I was 8 years old.
Kathy
He's coming down with something. I think someone we know had better get to bed.
Howie
But I haven't had my cake.
Kathy
Mommy will save the cake in tomorrow. Oh, that must be Steve. Let him in, will you, Bob, while I put Howie to bed.
Howie
I want to stay up for Uncle Steve.
Kathy
You can see the present tomorrow. You've had enough excitement for one day. I'm okay, mom.
Holly
On it.
Kathy
Well, five minutes then. And no arguments when time's up, okay?
Howie
Okay.
Steve
All right.
Holly
Sorry I'm late.
Steve
Your New England dude didn't help. Those cow paths you call road.
Holly
Did you have any trouble finding the place?
Steve
Just followed what you laughingly called your map. Hi.
Kathy
Hi, Steve. Oh, you're dripping. Here, come on over to the fire and get dried off.
Howie
Hi, Uncle Steve.
Steve
Yeah, first things first.
Bob
Hi, slugger.
Holly
Happy birthday.
Howie
Oh, boy.
Kathy
Howie, what do you say when somebody gives you a gift?
Howie
Thanks, Uncle Steve. Gee, Uncle Steve. Look, dad, toy soldiers. How about that, George Washington? Lafayette.
Holly
Practically the whole Continental Army.
Kathy
Let Mommy see, dear. Why, Steve, you extravagant idiot.
Howie
They're antiques.
Steve
Well, this old soldier does look a little beat up. I lost one of his arms. Or maybe it's in the box.
Howie
Oh, that's Captain Marmado.
Steve
Kids these days sure know their history. I never heard of the guy.
Kathy
Neither have I. What's Captain Marmadux famous for, Holly?
Howie
I don't know.
Kathy
Well, what did they teach you about him at school?
Howie
Who'd want to teach us anything about old One Arm?
Holly
Well, how do you know about him?
Howie
I came around lots of times. He never did anything except get drunk. That's how he lost his arm. Didn't even lose it in a fight. Just got drunk and shot it off by accident.
Holly
It's me. Where they pick it up.
Howie
What's in the other present, Howie?
Steve
Oh, here it, sis. A little housewarming gift for you and Bob.
Kathy
Oh, thank you, darling. I just love opening packages. Oh, Steve, it's wonderful. What is it?
Howie
It's a witch's cross, Mom.
Kathy
A witch's cross, is it, Steve?
Steve
That's what the little old antique lady said. I thought every front door should have one. You know, a status thing.
Kathy
Is that what they used them for? To ward off witches?
Steve
Understood the neighborhood was crawling with them.
Howie
Sure, we had a witch's cross on our door.
Holly
Now that'll be enough of that, Howie.
Kathy
Bob, he's just.
Holly
Imagination is one thing, downright lying is another. Now, I think you've had enough excitement for one day, son. Come on now, hobbit.
Howie
Or do I have to?
Kathy
5 minutes and no arguments, remember? Now say goodnight to Uncle Steve and I'll come up and tuck you in.
Howie
Good night, Uncle Steve.
Steve
Night.
Howie
And thanks for the soldiers. They're neat. Night, dad.
Kathy
And here we are back in the living room. End of 25 cent tour. What do you think, Steve?
Steve
Well, if you have to move to New England, you might as well go all out.
Holly
Well, take my advice and never buy an old house. At least not a 200 year old house.
Kathy
Said he forgetting who talked who into going colonial.
Steve
It'd be great for Howie.
Kathy
No, I'm afraid it's been rather lonely for him so far.
Steve
Why don't any of the neighbors have kids his age?
Kathy
Well, if they do, he hasn't met any.
Holly
I think that's why he's been acting so strangely. Been by himself too much.
Kathy
Yeah, well, school starts Monday. He'll make a whole new set of friends.
Howie
Mommy. Mommy.
Kathy
Howie. Probably having a nightmare.
Holly
After what he put away today, I'm not surprised.
Kathy
I better go up. What is it, dear? Howie? Howie, are you all right?
Howie
Mom?
Kathy
Holly, answer me, dear.
Howie
Mom.
Kathy
You're all right, dear.
Howie
Sure.
Kathy
Well, let me see your tongue.
Howie
Oh, Mom.
Kathy
Well, go back to sleep, honey. You were just having a bad dream. Do you want me to leave on the light, Mom? Yes, dear?
Howie
My name isn't Howie. It's Cotton.
Kathy
Now, Holly, I want you to stop talking like that.
Howie
I mean, the other time. That's when I was called Cotton.
Kathy
What other time, dear?
Howie
You know, Mom, I died a long, long time ago, but I didn't stay dead. I woke up and came.
Steve
Howie was pretty wound up last night, Kathy. What have you been putting in his milk?
Kathy
Steve, that's not the least bit funny.
Steve
Oh, come on. The doc gave him a clean bill of health, didn't he?
Kathy
It's not his health I'm worried about, sis.
Steve
Howie's a perfectly normal kid. All right, maybe he's a little more imaginative than most, but you should have.
Kathy
Seen his face last night.
Howie
He.
Kathy
He was like someone I didn't even know, like. Like somebody else's child.
Steve
Has he ever said anything like that before?
Kathy
No. Well, he did say something strange just after we moved here. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but one morning I came into his room to wake him up for breakfast. I remember he opened his eyes and he had that same faraway look, as though he didn't know quite where he was. He sat up in bed and looked around the room, and then he said, where's Nana? I asked him who Nana was, and he said that's what he called his grandmother.
Steve
What's so strange about that?
Kathy
Steve, you know, both Bob's mother and our mother died long before Howie was born.
Steve
I still don't think there's really anything to worry about. Well, now, he might have seen a picture of mom or Bob's mother and invented an imaginary well play.
Kathy
Oh, Stevie.
Steve
And kids do that. My advice to you is just forget about it. Don't question him about it, and don't make a big thing about.
Kathy
Hi, I'm back.
Steve
Oh, hi, Bob.
Kathy
Hi, honey.
Holly
Well, I completed my appointed rounds. Let's see now. Morning paper, cigarettes, the makings for martinis tonight.
Kathy
And did you get the book I wanted at the library?
Holly
Well, I looked for it, but it wasn't in. But while I was there, I did a little poking around in the sacks and had to sign my life away to get permission to take this out. But listen to this.
Steve
Middlesex County Historical Society.
Holly
I marked the page. Ah, listen, here we are. Marmado, Josephus. 1698. 1750. Captain, colonial militia.
Kathy
Captain Marmadux. Wasn't that Howie's name for his toy soldier?
Holly
Settled Middletown.
Steve
That's just a few miles from here, isn't it?
Holly
1715. Married Abigail Lawton.
Steve
Two children.
Holly
Ah, here. Lost his arm in shooting accident, 1745. Died in smallpox epidemic, 1750.
Kathy
Then there really was a Captain Marmado. How he didn't make him up after all.
Steve
Harm at all.
Holly
Hardly seems important enough to have been immortalized in leading.
Kathy
I know it's just a toy soldier with its arm broken off, but. Well, how could Howie give him the name of an obscure captain who died over 200 years ago? You said yourself he wouldn't have been taught about him at school.
Steve
What'd you say Howie said his name was last night? I mean, what did it used to be?
Kathy
Cotton.
Steve
Not a very common name.
Holly
Well, it was in 1750. Get Howie down here now, Bob.
Kathy
I don't want him upstairs.
Holly
I'm just going to ask him a few questions. Where is he?
Kathy
Well, he must be in his room. Howie?
Howie
Yeah?
Kathy
Would you come down, dear?
Steve
I know it sounds crazy, but I want to see if our cotton is one of the cottons in this book.
Kathy
Well, I'm glad you think it's funny, Steve.
Steve
Oh, come on, Kathy.
Howie
Yeah, Mom?
Kathy
Your father wants to ask you some questions, Howie.
Howie
Okay.
Holly
Now, Howie, I want you to answer me very carefully.
Howie
Okay?
Holly
Now tell me, what's your name?
Howie
Howard Prime.
Steve
There, you see?
Kathy
Your father means honey. Your. Your other name.
Howie
Oh, you mean before.
Holly
Before what, son?
Howie
Before I died.
Steve
Oh, look, I've been kidded by experts.
Kathy
Steve, please, please. Yes, dear. Before. What was your name then?
Howie
I told you. Cotton.
Holly
Cotton what?
Howie
Merryweather. Cotton Merryweather.
Steve
Well, a Grand old colonial name.
Holly
Now try to remember. Where were you born?
Howie
Middletown, Connecticut.
Holly
Here.
Howie
1742.
Holly
And when did you die?
Bob
Oh, brother.
Howie
1750 you2 can't be serious. I did too. I got the pox and died same year as my father. He died too, just before my birthday.
Holly
All right, son.
Howie
Is that all?
Kathy
Run along and play, dear.
Howie
When's lunch? I'm starving.
Kathy
I'll call you.
Howie
Okay.
Holly
Now let's take a look in the book that little. Merryweather. Merryweather. Merryweather, Joshua. 1809. No, that's the wrong year. Merryweather, William. 1690. This could be it. 1690. 1750.
Kathy
That was the year he said his father died.
Holly
Wife, Mary Southwick. Children? Prudence, William and Cotton.
Kathy
Oh, Bob.
Holly
Cotton Merriweather. Born 1742. Died 1750.
Kathy
SA. Howie.
Howie
Yeah?
Kathy
Come in here a minute, will you, dear? Now, Steve, try not to excite him.
Steve
Excite him? Kathy, do you realize what this means? Now, if Howie can remember, I mean really remember, all the little details of life in the 18th century, the little day to day things of living every historian in the country will beat after his door.
Holly
No, Steve. Kathy and I don't want this to go any further.
Steve
But think of the things you'll be able to tell us. He's a storehouse of information on the life of the 18th century.
Kathy
I don't want a walking history book for a son. I won't have him turned into some kind of a freak. I want him to grow up like a normal boy. Not some reincarnation of a child who died 200 years ago. How do you think he'll be treated by the other children if this gets around? Hi.
Howie
Lunch ready? I'm hungry.
Kathy
Lunch will be ready in a minute, dear. Howie, your father and I want to talk to you very seriously again. Now, first of all, darling, I want you to know that I believe you. We all do. I mean about your being another little boy once. Oh, Bob, it sounds so. You talk to him, Howie.
Holly
Howie, what your mother means is that it's perfectly all right for you to remember things since you do. But we want you to promise us that you won't tell anyone else what you remember.
Kathy
Look, honey, it's all right for Daddy and me and Uncle Steve to know, but other people might not understand. So we want you to promise.
Howie
Okay, Mom. I won't talk about it if you don't want me to.
Holly
Then we won't say anything more about it.
Kathy
Run along and wash for lunch.
Howie
Oh, my.
Kathy
Go on, scoot.
Holly
Well, now, I suggest that we forget about it, too.
Kathy
What Else can we do?
Steve
Say, is he supposed to be playing with this thing?
Kathy
Why? What is it?
Steve
Something he was toting around.
Holly
It's pretty valuable, isn't it?
Kathy
Oh, music box. I never saw that before.
Holly
It looks like an antique.
Kathy
It's full of old letters.
Holly
Probably something he found poking around in the attic.
Kathy
Bob, Steve, look at the date on this. 1725. And this one. 1728. 1730. Do you know how valuable these are?
Holly
What's that underneath? Looks like some kind of a book.
Kathy
Somebody's diary. There's something written here in the fly leaf. Abigail marmadux. Her diary. 1750. It covers the whole year. June, July, September. Oh, listen to this. Friday, September 4th. Lord protect us. Josephus. Down with the pox. What? That's what he died of, wasn't it? In here's a mention of somebody named Merryweather. September 6th. Crushed as I am by my own sorrow, I cannot but spare a little for poor Merry Merryweather. Losing William and Cotton. Cotton within the week. The good Lord must have his reasons for this terrible thing. But I can't make the next line out.
Holly
Well, now we're getting someplace. Pour through enough of that stuff and you'll probably find something about the shooting accident too.
Steve
What about that kid of yours? Imagine at his age reading all this stuff and a pulling a stunt like that.
Kathy
Oh, I. I don't know whether to hug him or spank the daylights out of him.
Steve
He probably found this in the attic there. Must be the house that Moo moved in when they left Middletown.
Holly
If I weren't so relieved, I'd be furious.
Steve
I think you two had better have a good long talk with son and heir. He had me going too, you know.
Kathy
Well, thank heaven school starts Monday. He'll be too busy to get into any more mischief. I think you're going to like this school, Howie.
Howie
Doesn't look like much of a school to me.
Kathy
Oh, you better not let your father hear you say that. He's complaining enough about what it's cost him to send you here as it is.
Howie
Looks more like a house than a school.
Kathy
Well, it's very old, dear. Children like yourself have been going here for over 200 years.
Howie
I don't think I'm gonna like it.
Kathy
Oh, Howie, how do you know you give it a chance when you've met some of the other children. You.
Howie
You're not coming in, are you, Mom?
Kathy
Well, I would like to meet your new teacher. That is, of course, if you have no objections.
Howie
Well, none of the other kids will have mothers.
Kathy
Never you mind the other kids.
Howie
Hey, there's Adam. Hey, Adam.
Kathy
Howie, you don't know that little boy.
Howie
Sure I do.
Kathy
Well, when did you meet him? You never told me.
Howie
You know. I'm afraid I don't know you know before now.
Kathy
Howie, you know what your father told you about talking that nonsense.
Howie
But, mom, he's my best friend.
Kathy
He is. No, I will your father unless you stop at this instant.
Howie
Hey, Cotton. Hey, Cotton.
Kathy
Hey. Hey, Cotton, you're too.
Howie
Hi, Adam.
Kathy
Well, they call me Peter now. Yeah, they call me Howie.
Bob
Theater 5 has presented they Call Me Howie, written by Hal Hackerty, produced and directed by Warren Somerville. In the cast, Elliot Reed, Evelyn Juster, stan Watt and S.S. melvin. Audio engineers Neil Paltz and Marty Folia. Sound technician, Ed Blaney. Script editor, Jack C. Wilson. Original music by Alexander Vlastotzenko Orchestra under the direction of Glenn Oss, Executive producer for theater five, Mr. Lee Bowman. We invite your comments right to theater five, New York, 23 New York. That's theater five, New York, 23 new York. This is Fred Foy speaking.
Holly
Foreign.
Bob
This has been an ABC Radio Network production.
Narrator
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Host/Author: RelicRadio.com
Episode: They Call Me Howie
Release Date: June 14, 2025
In this gripping episode of The Horror! titled "They Call Me Howie," listeners are transported into a chilling tale that intertwines childhood innocence with supernatural intrigue. Produced by Theater Five, this story delves into themes of reincarnation, lost history, and the eerie connections between past and present.
The narrative unfolds in a quaint, old-fashioned household celebrating the birthday of a young boy named Howie. The atmosphere is festive yet subtly tense, hinting at underlying mysteries.
This opening sets a foreboding tone, blending normalcy with an undercurrent of dread.
The family gathers to celebrate Howie's birthday, complete with candles, presents, and well-wishes. Uncle Steve arrives, bringing with him an array of gifts that seem peculiarly antique.
As candles are blown out and presents are opened, Howie begins to exhibit unusual behavior, signaling the onset of the supernatural elements.
Post-celebration, Howie starts acting out of character. He laments not having received any presents from a previous year, referencing an event from when he was eight years old—a time his parents believe predates their current home.
His insistence on past events that no one remembers raises alarm bells within the family.
Driven by concern, Holly begins to investigate the history of their new home, uncovering connections to a figure named Captain Marmado, an 18th-century militia captain who died in a tragic accident.
Simultaneously, Steve discovers historical records that mirror Howie's recollections, suggesting that Howie may possess memories from a past life.
These findings deepen the mystery, indicating a supernatural reincarnation or lingering spirit within Howie.
The family confronts Howie about his strange statements and knowledge of the past. Howie's revelation shocks them further when he insists that his real name is Cotton Merryweather, a boy who died centuries ago.
The tension peaks as the family grapples with the possibility that Howie is the reincarnation of Cotton Merryweather, bringing historical tragedies into their present lives.
In their quest for answers, the family discovers a hidden diary belonging to Abigail Marmadux, detailing the hardships of life in the 18th century, including the death of Cotton Merryweather.
These artifacts provide tangible evidence of the connection between the past and Howie's current existence, solidifying the supernatural elements of the story.
Howie's interactions with a boy named Adam, who reveals himself to be Cotton, further blur the lines between past and present.
This encounter underscores the family's realization that their home is a nexus of historical spirits, with Howie at the center of these ethereal connections.
As the episode draws to a close, the family faces the reality of living with Howie's dual existence. They decide to keep his past life a secret to protect him from social ostracization, accepting the supernatural disturbance as a part of their lives.
The family's decision reflects their struggle to balance normalcy with the haunting presence of history within their home.
These quotes highlight the characters' evolving understanding and reactions to the supernatural events unfolding around them.
"They Call Me Howie" masterfully blends the everyday occurrences of family life with the eerie mysteries of past lives and historical hauntings. Through Howie's journey, listeners explore the thin veil between the present and the remnants of a troubled past, leaving them pondering the possibilities of reincarnation and the lingering spirits that may inhabit our world.
Production Credits:
They Call Me Howie was written by Hal Hackerty, produced and directed by Warren Somerville, featuring a talented cast including Elliot Reed, Evelyn Juster, Stan Watt, and S.S. Melvin. The atmospheric soundscapes were crafted by audio engineers Neil Paltz and Marty Folia, with original music by the Alexander Vlastotzenko Orchestra under Glenn Oss.
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