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Oh, oh, my goodness, you you startled me there. Happy you're here, happy you found me yet again. To be honest, I'm a bit tired tonight, but of course I would be remiss if I were to miss even a single evening with you, with you by my side, I hope I don't nod off as the story progresses, But I've been thinking a lot about keeping my eyes on the scar, as it were. I feel like there's no better better place to guide one's imagination than the night sky. We know so much, yet so very little about it. Yes, yes, well, I think it's about time you get comfortable and I play this oldly and good for you, ironized yet presents lights out everybody. It is later that you The Lights Out brings you stories of the supernatural and the supernormal, dramatizing the fantasies and the mysteries of the unknown. We tell you this frankly, so if you wish to avoid the excitement and tension of these imaginative plays, we urge you, calmly but sincerely, to turn off your radio or now my name Archie Obler. Tonight a story I enjoyed writing for you because well, frightening as the thought, may be it could happen, and furthermore, I might speak frankly, my dear Diane, the basic thing wrong with women kiss her nose. Let's cut it off. Then there's a matter for years. Look at him. Well, they're too obvious. Cut them off too, no nose, no ears. Find art critic you turned out to be? Is this thing odd? Adams? I hate you. I think it's the best piece of sculpture I've ever done. Domania, you go away, not until I tell my wife how much I adore her about stopping the artistic endeavors for the night and romancing with the old man any night. Come on out of the veranda, spoken as Professor Russell J. Adams instructed of astronomy now the lad University. I don't know a single scientific fact about this moon. It's a special satellite built entirely for romance. Then it's a date after you, fair Diane, Why do you laugh just thinking it's a good thing. We haven't any neighbors, or they'd think we were honeymooning ten years and two more weeks? Sweet? Why for remembering the sign? Oh it's such a lovely night, Yes, feel very lovely with the moonlight your hair army, three hundred and thirty five days out of the air. Moonlight, to me is is just a reflected light of the sunn a light interesting early that it may be analyzed spectroscopically. But these thirty days of our vacation, Diane, Oh, what a magical change. It's soft lover's moon hanging in the heavens only to brighten your loveness. People wonder why I can't get excited about Ronald Coleman. Coleman, who see, I've spoken like a true professor. He's a motion picture star, an absolute paragon of Roman. Oh well, perhaps I should neglect my movie going oh so much, I mean, with such pedagons to teach one. M all right, Oh, Russell, I saw the brightest shooting star. Is that all the where you guessed? I thought you saw the angel of Death himself galloping over those methods. There's another one, look, Russell, dear. For eleven months out of the year, the heavens have my full and undivided attention. Oh but during this blessed mother, let the heavens fall, I can be farthered. I never saw such bright shooting star. It's another thing, my dear, as the wife of an accredited professor of astronomy. I think it no more than fitting than you give the phenomena that's too observed its proper name, namely the fall of a Medea. There's another one and another, Oh, Russ, how bright and beautiful they travel at such a tremendous rate. The friction of our atmosphere burns them into a fiery vapor. There's more of them, look one after the other. I never seen so many shooting stars, ah, I mean, so many meteas in all my life. Oh so that's why you wanted me out here. You knew about this meteor shower, didn't you. It's one of Heaven's free spectacles in this constellation every three years, and this happens to be the third year. Oh frightening, quite frightening, those great masses of stone and iron, coming from who knows where in interstellar space, traveling millions and millions of miles, and then going up in such glorious flame just as they reach the end of their journey that all goes to Fleayton. Hundreds of them strike the Earth each year, Russell. There's no danger, oh no, the probabilities of being struck on their head by that cosmic rubbish is about a thousand times more remote than winning a sweepstake without buying a ticket. Oh, look that one the brightest of all. Wait, Dian, what's that? I don't know. Something's the diet shooting star? Look up, dire, Oh dear, everything's all right? What ha? The metea must have led it out in the field there here, Let me help you out. You're right, just yes, hi, I'm all right, Russ. Where are you going? Off? There? It must have buried itself. Wait here, I'll be right back. No, no, I'm going with you, all right if you want to. Oh, Diane, what an experience we've had. The one chance in the minion I spoke about almost occurred to us. But Russ, was it really a shooting star? That explosion like a bombshell, a bombshell of the universe? What will we find out there? A fright the meteorite? No, no, hall of its heat will have been dissipated. Then again, it may have exploded to a thousand minue pieces. I pray to Heaven that it hasn't. I'm afraid. None of the dangers all over here, moon so bright. If any of the mass landed I should be able to find the torn ground where it's smashed through the turf. Oh, please, darling, let's wait until I must find the thing at once. Oh, there's plenty of light from the brightness of the flesh. I'm positive that the media len it's in place writing here and I'll say, look what the turf all torn up? This is the place. Get up off the ground. It must have struck a glancing blow off the bar of the ridge. I've got it, a fragment of it, still warm. See, no larger than a baseball. All that was left. That's that's a media meatia right, all that's left of the media that burned and exploded. What a fine drop it away? Come back to the hospital. What what are you going to do with it doing? What's the matter with you? Your face? I don't know. I somehow I'm afraid for all of us, afraid, good Heavens, my dear. There's nothing dangerous about this, A mass metal that's ninety percent time. Why, it's as harmless as any inner piece of metal. Come to the study. I'll show you where the rush of air against the incandescent. Wait, someone's crying. I'll go and see it's helga, you poor thing. We forgot all about mister Saton. It's exploding now, all right, what's going on? The most persion frightened out of a whip, mister professor Adam. We die, We all die. That's why I come from the sky and kill us and kill you and me and everybody die. Everybody that take care of Dian get back, all right, all right now everything I'm going at this metaize, So please find the dumb pool down as quickly as you can. Superstitious idiot, simple phenomena, and she thinks the words ending hum simple little metaorize iron bit of nickel content, nothing particularly unusual. Oh, Diane, quiet it down? What you here? She'll be all right. You look a little rocky yourself. Yeah, sit here. She's very frightened. And even you, Diane, well backed it. So strangely, is it this in that piece of cosmic metal could cause some supernatural ability? What are you going to do with it? Nothing? Exactly Here, I'll take some of this nitric acid. Where's that bottle? Yeah, now it's closely, and I'll show you that the stone consists of ordinary elements. Iron Russell, this is not from me? How strange funny. I hadn't noticed it before it goes the entire stone. I wouldn't be but sprying that a blow right hair would break it in half. I to think I'll try to do that, leave it alone, good, heavens dying. Nothing but a stone. All I'm going to do is try and break it along is fissure. I had a ham on one. If the stone break almost solid metal, and I'm try by Georgia did clean enough? Look what's inside? Flesh? Oh? Rough negative grape rout of plasmic. No, it can't be, it can't. This is a meteor It came from out there. There is no flesh, nothing would live rough. Look it's growing, growing, Ladies and gentlemen. A shooting star flashes out of the sky and falls to Earth, and in it something living from out of interstellar space. Yes, if this is the time to take a breath before going on with the night's lights out, play the story of Professor Adams and his wife and the Thing from out beyond our world. A meteorite had fallen and Professor Adams had broken it open, and there was a gray nugget of flesh inside, which even as the Professor and his wife stood watching, began to grow and fast, gray flesh growing. Hurrah, I'm afraid now, wait to control yourself. This is something we got to see, both of us calmly so we can tell others clearly what we saw. I'll try, Hurrash, keep her arm around me, large and bludge. Listen the noise as it grows. I heard it. When will it stop when? Look? Look I can't that horrible gray flesh, but you must see it. Look it's forming into something, a head. It's forming into a head. How can it be, Diane, flesh and a media going going into a head? I said, a head, horrible head? You heard with that body speaking? Yes, speaking? You you hear and understand me laughing. I love the fear and wonder in your simple little faces? Who are you? What are you? If I told you? With your little signs, understand, tell us whatever you are, tell us what you are, what you honor? Will soon have four masters? No, no, no, Diana, I must know you think? What can I call you? Tell me what you mean? You masters? A simple little man? Do not think that in your creation has reached the utimate gray flesh talking. I'm getting out. You will stay well. I can't move no, nor h you cannot move? Who are you? Tell us? Who are you you? Or how I came a tiny bit of protoplasm and that meteorite, So I will myself to be to reach your you. You came here in that through through space, through space beyond your furthest conception thing many of my people have tried. I am the first to succeed. Then, then medios are the means we have used to try and reach this saven a plenty. I am the first. Now there will be others. You're from another planet and old world, all beyond your understanding, a well grown cold in its age, and give it passings. We must escape to a young, fatal world, this world. But your only heads, heads without bodies. Please, I must hear him speak this that is happening to us as a miracle of all times. Tell me you there are you only heads in that world? You speak of heads? Head? You see what I will you to see? But what are you? A mind and a will beyond your feeble understanding? As far above you as you are above the apes that still must crawl in your jungle? But but how can it be that you speak as I speak and understand what I say, your prattling wearies me. But I tell you this, all that you say, I know, the most profound thought any of you were things have ever thought, is to me as the babbling of children. But now I am hungry. You understand that little thing hungry, hungry, hungry with a hunger that has driven me over space without ending, hunger that has brought me here. But but what do you eat? You will know? What do? What do you mean? What food could there be here to fill the hunger of such as I? Hunger that would make me into myself in metal flung into space, and I hope the chance would bring me through the fire of that air of yours. What fool thing? I don't know? Tell tell me come close, sir? Uh thing? Who no? And why? Oh no? Ering? You don't human human? You think you crawling were are human to us. But if you're men, but we are not men. You are the cattle and we are the keepers. Hm. You raise the cattle for life, and we for centuries have raised such as you on our world for life. But now, as I told you, our world has grown too old and too cold. The herds of you die and we grow hungry. That is why I am here. We need new cattle here. There are so many of you. Er woman Russell, it's to me. We've got to get out of here. Old man. No, no, stop it. Don't look at me, stop it. Come clonels, sir. Don't listen to him, Dian. Closer, No, no, don't move, Dian, stay where you are, stay right now. You hear only me, woman, only you, no tying, No, don't see that. Don't look at that monster, dire lord sir the yes. No closer, no dying, stand still, don't move towards it. Don't close, sir. No, monster not dying, Dian, I beg of you. Don't go closer to it. Low no, sir, no, soon you're well moved to me. She was low. Diana lost, Diana, I've got to find the way. Strength to Diane. You're almost said bottle magic lo love r uh close to you monster thickness who flash hash that's all Diana, quake. Cut open your eyes. I've killed the thing. I killed it, Diana. It's whole right, I've killed it, Diane. Rook. Outside it's still dark. Yes, the sky is still streak with the Russian meteorites. And that thing said more of the monsters of his breed are trying to reach this act to kill the devil's hunger and him another meteorite is just there and in it perhaps, Oh, Diane, Diane, is there truly to be in for mankind? I am mister Obler, will be in the world come that way? Well, rank it if you mean, will the end for mankind come out of interstellar space in the form of a flying meteor well, or some mighty interesting theories along that line. The amazing thing about it, Frank, is that there are so many logical and thoroughly possible ways in which the entire tribe of mankind could be wiped off the Earth at any moment. I'm not talking about famine or what's close to all of us war. I mean other ways. A star moves into our darkness from somewhere out there in the blackness of interstellar space, and the pull of its presence might turn our spinning globe headlong into the Sun, and a split second, all of mankind, all his building's wonderful possessions, his precious little pile, would go up in a flash of fire or out of the Sun itself, the very source of our life, as we all know could shoot a long stream of explosive flame that would curl around us and again well so quickly that no man would know what had happened. In split seconds, this earth would be a charred, uninhabited steroid. Yes, when one stops to think, what a tiny little grain of sand, this haughty world of ours actually is in the dark sea of space. And when we realizes how precarious little mankind's hold is on this earth, the spectacle of man's inhumanity, the man becomes a cosmic joke. All of those things are certainly interesting to think about, mister Rober, But tell us now, what's going to happen next week? Next week, Bass Treest. No, that's not a dance. It's a story of chance, that unpredictable chance that makes one man a saint and the next man a hitter. The flip of a coin, the turn of a car, the bend of a road. I think you like what we have to offer you, But as usual, next week, lights out will come to you again next Tuesday. At the same time, be sure to listen to our Jobler's weird story, a false priest. It is late he that you think, oh why why why, oh, what's that. Oh no, no, no, no, I'll be just fine. As in fact, as the sun is getting closer to rising, it really is my time to well rest, as it were, and your time as well as well. It's about time for you to head back to that warm and cozy bed of yours and take a moment to remember just how good things are for you. If you want to reach me by the way, you can, of course send me an email at Weird Mysteries Pods at gmail dot com. And you know I enjoy hearing from you, of course. But for now, my dear, I think I'm going to retire, and I hope you will join me again tomorrow night. Until then, my dear, stay warm in that bed. You're luckier than you realize them in me. But