Sep 23, 2026 · 32 min · 10 segments
**Escape** || (021) Confession | December 31, 1947 A shell-shocked soldier walking the fog-filled streets of London...finding murder and terror! Starring: William Conrad, Peggy Webber : : : : : You…
Ramsey HillGuestDwayneHostYou are lost in the London fog, uncertain whether the figures looming around you are real or creatures of your imagination.
and somewhere in the wet grayness lurks a murderer from whom you must escape.
Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robeson, and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.
Tonight, we escape to a fog-shrouded city and the terror of a shell-shocked mind as Algernon Blackwood describes them in his ghostly story, Confession.
There was no doubt about it.
The woman was dead.
Her cheek was cold to my touch.
The head of the long, sharp hat pin protruded from her breast above the heart.
She was dead, murdered.
And I stood there by the bed, my brain whirling crazily.
I was alone in an empty house with a murdered woman.
And then suddenly fear flashed across my brain and cleared it.
I heard the door below open and close.
Footsteps.
Someone was coming across the downstairs hall.
Onto the stairs.
Coming up.
Up here.
In a moment I would be discovered.
In a moment, someone would walk into this room and see me standing over the body.
In a moment, my escape would be cut off.
Quickly, I slipped across the hall and into another of the empty bedrooms.
I leaned against the closed door, breathing heavily.
Listening to those steps come closer.
Would he look into any of the other bedrooms first? Would I be discovered here? He passed my door...
You are lost in the London fog, uncertain whether the figures looming around you are real or creatures of your imagination.
and somewhere in the wet grayness lurks a murderer from whom you must escape.
Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robeson, and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.
Tonight, we escape to a fog-shrouded city and the terror of a shell-shocked mind as Algernon Blackwood describes them in his ghostly story, Confession.
There was no doubt about it.
The woman was dead.
Her cheek was cold to my touch.
The head of the long, sharp hat pin protruded from her breast above the heart.
She was dead, murdered.
And I stood there by the bed, my brain whirling crazily.
I was alone in an empty house with a murdered woman.
And then suddenly fear flashed across my brain and cleared it.
I heard the door below open and close.
Footsteps.
Someone was coming across the downstairs hall.
Onto the stairs.
Coming up.
Up here.
In a moment I would be discovered.
In a moment, someone would walk into this room and see me standing over the body.
In a moment, my escape would be cut off.
Quickly, I slipped across the hall and into another of the empty bedrooms.
I leaned against the closed door, breathing heavily.
Listening to those steps come closer.
Would he look into any of the other bedrooms first? Would I be discovered here? He passed my door...
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