The renowned actor and radio voice, EG Marshall, would intone these words each night over the CBS Radio network. His voice would herald us into yet "another adventure into the macabre."
With these words, we were introduced to villains and heroes, monsters and poltergeists; and even an few aliens.
Many familiar names would welcome us to familiar places. Shakespeare and Twain, Jefferson and Lincoln, Holmes and Watson. Other names, names we never heard of before, beckoned to us to darker places; places of horror, suspense and terror.
Each night we would wait. With a sense of excitement and a touch of trepidation we would wait for the stroke of midnight and for that deep voice to draw us in. We would lay there, under our blankets, straining our ears to hear the transistor radio that was turned down low as to not wake Mom and Dad; After all, it was past bedtime, and tomorrow was a school day. But we could not help ourselves. We could not resist the urge, the desire, the need to listen, even as sleep tugged at our eye lids; just as we could not ignore the trembling in the pit of the stomach each time we hear that door creak open.
Even to this day, we feel the ghosts of those emotions when we once again hear the creaking of that door.
Only our grandparents really understood. After all they would let us stay up late to listen, and many times would listen with us. They would tell us tales of radio shows of their childhood. The laughter of Abbott and Costello, Fibber Magee and Jack Benny, the adventures of Superman and The Lone Ranger, the mystery and suspense of The Whistler and Suspense!, and the horrors of Escape and The Man In Black. Shows that have been long gone and almost forgotten. This sense of adventure our parents never understood, and we didn't understand why not.
But we were the lucky ones. We were the ones our grandparents would talk to in that ancient and mysterious language of OTR, and we understood! We understood without knowing why or how, without knowing where it came from, or where it would take us.
So, it is to our grandparents, yours and mine, and the men and women of that yet older generation, the ones who brought us, these tales of terror, these stories of suspense. To them I dedicate this site. Because if it wasn't for them and their talent and their love of the art, we would have never dreamed of other places, had nightmares of other adventures. We just would have never known.
Without them, we would have never had that special connection with "Gramps".
Without them, we would have not been scared out of our pajamas!