Strange Tales (Old Time Radio)
Aug 2, 2026 · 0 min · 10 segments
Another trip passed the creaking door for this week’s Strange Tales. We’ll hear Inner Sanctum‘s broadcast from February 5, 1946, *Skeleton Bay*…
I'll tell you first about the night I met Michael Barrett.
It was in August at Skeleton Bay.
I'd come to the hotel supposedly for a rest.
That was what I kept telling myself, but in reality, I didn't know why I'd come here.
Skeleton Bay.
I'd seen the name advertised months ago.
Skeleton Bay.
Since then it kept hammering, hammering-
Skeleton Bay
... hammering at the inside of my brain.
Skeleton Bay.
Like the voice of implacable fate commanding, commanding-
Skeleton Bay
... commanding.
Skeleton Bay.
Because I didn't like crowds, the hotel manager had given me a cabin near the beach all to myself.
It was the middle of the night, but I couldn't sleep.
The wind came in from the ocean, howling like a hungry beast across the shores.
[waves crashing] And the pounding of the surf mingled with the angry, baffled growl of the sea.
I sat at the window in the dark, staring out at the beach.
I was restless, excited.
It was then I saw the signal.
It was just a winking little light a few yards away on the beach.
Someone was blinking a flashlight on and off, on and off.
I was able to make out the figure of a man in boots and a leather jacket.
I'll tell you first about the night I met Michael Barrett.
It was in August at Skeleton Bay.
I'd come to the hotel supposedly for a rest.
That was what I kept telling myself, but in reality, I didn't know why I'd come here.
Skeleton Bay.
I'd seen the name advertised months ago.
Skeleton Bay.
Since then it kept hammering, hammering-
Skeleton Bay
... hammering at the inside of my brain.
Skeleton Bay.
Like the voice of implacable fate commanding, commanding-
Skeleton Bay
... commanding.
Skeleton Bay.
Because I didn't like crowds, the hotel manager had given me a cabin near the beach all to myself.
It was the middle of the night, but I couldn't sleep.
The wind came in from the ocean, howling like a hungry beast across the shores.
[waves crashing] And the pounding of the surf mingled with the angry, baffled growl of the sea.
I sat at the window in the dark, staring out at the beach.
I was restless, excited.
It was then I saw the signal.
It was just a winking little light a few yards away on the beach.
Someone was blinking a flashlight on and off, on and off.
I was able to make out the figure of a man in boots and a leather jacket.
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