It was by accident, or maybe it was meant to be. I found a radio station on the internet that plays old stories such as The Whisler, Suspense, etc. I almost didn’t get to sleep last night listening.
I imagined I was in front of my families radio, lying down on the rug listening to the stories and getting scared. Oh those old sounds: squeaky doors, laughing crazy people, old voices, or young and innocent. Men’s feet walking on hardwood floors, women’s high heels, people coughing in the distance, sounds of tinkling glasses and lots of huffs and puffs, pshaw, whews, and flirting over smoking cigarettes.
Cant’s wait to find Dragnet…”just the facts, ma’am.”