#inner sanctum mysteries'

[emilija04acer]

Old-timey Radio

My love for radio from the 30s to 50s was reawakened recently and I need to share some programs with you! Hazbin Hotel is to blame, one hyperfixation wasn't enough I guess!

"The Shadow" > ( The one I referenced in my fanfic "Denial of closeness")

Radio program that ran from 1937 to 1954. The title character, a caped vigilante, was one of the most enduring and influential creations of the pulp era.

"Inner Sanctum Mysteries" is a horror show from the 40s! You can find it easily on You-Tube!

https://www.youtube.com/playlistlist=PLvu2oOrWFl_P_cytYyuhfOwK8iELqaKXa

1941 to 1952 It features horror and suspense stories with creaking doors and eerie music.

"Fibber McGee and Molly" radio comedy show! Features an old married couple!

“Lights Out”  Another US horror!

 terrifying and suspenseful stories, often with gruesome and unexpected twists.

You can listen to it on Internet Archive!

“Suspense”  Crime and Mistery

It featured famous actors from the time!

You can find it on YouTube!

“The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”

Do I even have to write a description?

You can listen to them on the Internet Archive!

Radio dramas may have fallen out of style but podcasts and audiobooks still have the same feeling to them! People really love to hear stories!

[weirdlookindog]

[atomic-raunch]

Lon Chaney Jr. and Acquanetta for Dead Man’s Eyes, 1944

[nathanaelrosssmith]

Been making my way through the Inner Sanctum movies as we head up for October

[contentabnormal]

This week on Content Abnormal we present The Inner Sanctum tale "Fearful Voyage" hosted by Paul McGrath!

[mariocki]

Dead Man's Eyes (1944)

"I wouldn't be surprised if this man were insane. He wouldn't be the first one who'd gone mad studying the processes of the mind."

"Precisely, Captain. I compliment you on your sagacity."

"You know, it's people like you that have caused me to steer clear of all this book psychology."

[peterlorrefanpage]

Peter Lorre on Inner Sanctum Mysteries (CBS), September 16, 1944, for the episode, "One Foot in the Grave." Looks like they had fun in the studio!

So far I haven't been able to find this one out there...but there is always hope.

Peter Lorre (left) with the cast & sound effects crew.

Here is my Peter Lorre Radio Show List thus far.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Hey... does anyone here like radio programs? I’m not talking strictly podcasts, but real radio programs where actors got together to tell some kind of story or act.

Some of my favourites include The Shadow, Suspense, Inner Sanctum Mysteries, Lights Out, I Love a Mystery, and The CBS Radio Mystery Theatre.

What are some of your favourite radio programs and do you have a particularly favourite episode?

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Killer's Choice - NBC - May 1, 1954

A presentation of "Inner Sanctum" Season 1 Episode 17

Horror / Mystery

Running Time: 30 minutes

Hosted and Narrated by Paul McGrath

Stars:

Warren Stevens as Lomax

Sally Gracie as Vera Compos

Joe DeSantis as Ben Compos

Luis van Rooten as Remo

James Gregory as District Attorney

[aismoker]

The Secret Formula

John was a member of the ATF, the Anti-Tobacco Fighters, a militant branch of the anti-tobacco lobby. He had been sent undercover to a Marlboro Producton Center. His mission: to find out what Marlboro's secret formula was.

After weeks of snooping around, he was fairly certain that he knew where the formula was stored. Behind a mysterious door that was locked all the time, except for once a day, when an employee in a hazmat suit would go in with a mysterious box and come out a few minutes later. He contacted his handler at the ATF and he was ordered to proceed his investigation. So, there he was, accidentaly walking past the door when the guy in the hazmat suit came out. John greeted him, but he was ignored. The guy walked straight past him, as if he didn't exist. As the door was closing slowly behind the man, John quickly slipped inside.

He went through a small hallway and he entered a dimly-lit room. At the back of the room there was the logo he hated so much. In the middle of the room, there was a large basin with a black fluid in it. John raided his eyebrows. He had expected to see machinery and chemicals, but not this... whatever it was exactly.

He slowly walked towards the basin. The atmosphere was strange. Like he had entered the inner-sanctum of an ancient temple. He looked at the fluid that was slowly moving inside the basin. Was this the secret formula? It seemed to be thicker than water. The way it moved and how it reflected the light of the logo in the background, combined with the soft sloshing sound it made was definitely relaxing. John stood there silently, taking it all in.

John didn't know how long he stood there, nor did he care. It was all so mesmerizing. The black fluid looked so beautiful and the sound it made... it was almost like a whisper. Come closer... Yes, he had to get closer. John took a step closer at the basin. He was now standing right besides it. He didn't know why he did it, all he knew was that he had to. He went down on his knees. He was now do close to the fluid. He still couldn't figure out what it was, though.

John's curiosity grew. What was this fluid? It looked so... appealing. Touch me... Without thinking, he dipped a finger into the fluid. John suddenly snapped out of it. What the fuck was he doing? This was against protocoll! He should just take a sample and send it to the scientists at the ATF. He wuickly pulled his finger out of the fluid, bit it was already too late. The fluid had eaten through his glove. John knew he should panic, but strangely enough he was very calm. He looked at the fluid. It was now already covering his hand completely and it seemed to start covering his arm. He could feel how the fluid was entering his pores, yet, he didn't do anything. He just stared at it in wonder.

John suddenly heard the whispers again, but this time it came from his own mind. Taste me... John brought his hand towards his face and he licked one of his fingers. As the fluid touched his tongue, his eyes widened. He knew his fate was sealed. He had read about addiction and he had thought he was strong enough to not fall for it, but this fluid, the secret formula, was Marlboro in its purest form...

The whisper in his head became louder and more demanding. You need more! John started licking his finger frantically. More! John started scooping the fluid out of the basin with both his hands and drank it. He didn't care that he was by now almost completely covered by the fluid. He just needed more! Give in! Surrender! Yes! He needed to surrender. He bowed his head and started to drink the fluid directly from the basin. Of someone would have come in at that moment, they would have thought there was some kind of rabid animal drinking. John didn't care. He just needed more! He needed to surrender completely to it!

Then suddenly the fluid started to bubble and a pair of arms, cobered in the fluid, emerged from the water and pulled John in. It all went so fast that he couldn't react. You are mine now. As sudden as the fluid had started to bubble, it calmed down again. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Silence.

Then, all of a sudden, the fluid started to bubble again. A figure emerged. It was John, but it wasn't. He was so much more now. Merged with the secret formula, he had become Marlboro in the flesh. He was now a being of pure addiction, created to spread the joy of smoking and the enlightened bliss of complete enslavement.

Soon, the whole world would smoke and bow to him. And he knew exactly where to start. His "friends" at the ATF should have the honor to be the firsts to be enlightened. They must be dying to know more about the secret formula after all...

[felassan]

ancient meta from the dawn of time and by that I mean pre-DA:I's release in 2014 [edited for brevity] [the Hermit card].

"The Inquisitor’s Edition of DA: Inquisition comes with a deck of 72 tarot cards, both major and minor arcana, with custom artwork Solas - The Hermit The Hermit, set against a barren landscape, leans on his staff and holds a lamp in front of him to light the way in the darkness. Let’s start with the obvious: Solas is literally a hermit. The card speaks of retreat, wandering, distance, reclusion, solitude and (when reversed) loneliness. In the story of the Tarot, the Hermit heads out at night, peering at and examining whatever takes his fancy. In the same way, Solas walks the Fade while asleep, finding brilliant unimaginable lights, only to smile in delight and move in for a closer look. The Hermit’s lantern illuminates animals that only come out at night, flowers that only open in moonlight or starlight - Solas sees things in the Fade that can only be found if you go in without fear, without preconceptions, your way illuminated by the knowledge. The Hermit wants the truth at all costs - Solas values freedom of thought above all else. In readings, the Hermit can symbolize a wise person with a philosophical attitude. The person may also be someone older, like the old man the Hermit is usually portrayed as. The person may be someone the querent meets who will give them the insight, tools or training needed to overcome an obstacle - someone who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious or confusing. This comes from an interpretation of the Hermit: he has internalized the lessons of life to the point that he is the lesson. Now he returns from isolation to bestow boons on his fellow man and share the knowledge he has gained. Now he is like his lantern, illuminated from within by all that he is, capable of penetrating the darkness. He helps, acts as a mentor and offers wise counsel. In the knowledge he offers the Inquisitor, Solas embodies one of the meanings of the card - guidance. The Hermit is ruled by Virgo. if anyone is going to take a lantern into a dark place to see what’s going on, it’s a Virgo. Solas reflects key themes of the card such as going on a personal, solitary quest." </end 2014 rambling>

[emphasis added rn]

Light is a super common metaphor for knowledge, wisdom, insight and guidance. Cole says "He wants to give wisdom, not orders". The riddles in Lateral Thinker, in which we have to light a series of braziers with Veilfire torches, go:

"The Dread Wolf keeps its gaze on the one light that illuminates the way forward. // Where the Dread Wolf's gaze blazes, paths are brought to light. // When the Dread Wolf's gaze is bright, light burns in a ring of the dead. // One sees the hunter, one flees from it, one hunts it in turn, one outwits them all."

A lighthouse is a tower-like structure designed to emit light and act as a beacon. The Game Informer article calls Solas' Lighthouse a "towering" structure. this magical realm in the Fade is his lair, his inner sanctum, his home base; it reflects him (and his hermitty isolation). the article kind of likens it to visiting your friend's bedroom, it's not a showy place like Skyhold or a fortress, it's something realer and more intimate than that. you could read it as, Solas' personal home in the magical Fade is called a lighthouse because Solas, like the Hermit with his lantern or little flame in his hand, is like a lighthouse, a beacon in the dark - as if the "flaming Rook" emblem on the front of the 'red book' isn't just a fiery rook as in the chess piece or Tower card with Fen'Harel above it, but a tower-like structure, a lighthouse, and at its top blazes a bright fire, a beacon of light like those atop a lighthouse, where Solas himself resides, lighting the way.

[thegleamingmoon]

Beloved.

Chapter 1 - Meeting you.

🪷✨ ❛ In every world, my heart would bloom for you. In every moment, in every lifetime, amidst the stars and the endless ocean, in every heartbeat and whispered breeze, I would choose you always and forever. ❜ ✨🪷

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The golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the intricate carvings of the Padmanabhaswamy Temple, casting a divine glow upon its magnificent structure. And there she was, draped in a simple yet elegant saree as she walked through the temple's corridors, her footsteps echoing softly against the ancient stone floors and like every other day, the air was fragrant with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, as the devotees murmured their prayers, lost in their own worlds of devotion as the girl walked into the inner sanctum, where the majestic form of Lord Padmanabhan lay in eternal slumber.

"Dear lord, please look after the world like you always do. I pray for the good health of my family and dear ones. May you always be with them and keep them happy." This was what she usually prayed for. Nothing more, nothing less. But today was different, she had come here to seek solace in the divine presence of her beloved deity but she still felt restless for reasons unknown.

The strange sensation grew as she moved out from the sanctum to the temple premises, she felt as if someone was watching her. Turning around, her eyes met those of a man standing a few feet away. He was tall and handsome, with an aura of mystery surrounding him. His complexion, very much like the clouds filled with rain and eyes, deep and penetrating that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Namaskaram", he greeted her with a warm smile, his voice gentle and calming.

"Namaskaram," she replied, curiosity piqued by this stranger. "Are you new to the this place? I haven't seen you here before."

"Yes, I am new to this city." he said, his eyes twinkling with hidden knowledge. "I’m Aravind. May I know your name?"

"Bhadra. It's nice to meet you, sir", she replied and saw his smile grow wider, making his eyes twinkle with an emotion she couldn't comprehend.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bhadra. And we can drop the formalness." He said as she shyly giggled. It was sweet to hear her name in his beautiful voice. She thought, mentally facepalming to bring herself out of her mind. Something was really wrong with her today.

As they walked through the temple grounds, Bhadra found herself more intrigued, drawn into a conversation with Aravind. They talked about the temple, the city of Thiruvananthapuram, its history, and the legends that surrounded it. He spoke with a depth of understanding that left Bhadra in awe. Hours passed like minutes, and soon the sun began to set, casting an orange hue hue over the temple.

"What brings you here? And how do you know so much about this place?", Bhadra asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

Aravind smiled mysteriously. "Well, I have always been connected to this temple."

"Tell me about it." She looked deeper into his eyes, only to find a glimpse of her own secrets that were kept away from the world.

Bhadra lived a simple life, tending to the temple and helping those in need. She didn't remember a time when she was not insanely drawn to the deity. She had always looked up to the blue-hued god who slept on a thousand hooded serpent. She saw him in the vast sky, in her delusional thoughts, in the poetries she wrote, in the songs she sang and in almost everything she did.

She would dream of peacock feathers, moonlit nights and beautiful dense forests where gleamingly blurry visions of her beloved flute player would greet her with bliss and confusion. She would hold on to them to this day and maybe forever, without any expectations but just pure, boundless love that she had.

"Maybe those visions are trying to tell you something? You still get them don't you?"

That deep voice of Aravind broke her chain of thoughts as she looked up at him perplexed and maybe a little annoyed.

"Did you just read my mind?"

He just replied with a cheeky smile as he brought himself dangerously close to her, "Perhaps I just understand you better than anyone else, Bhadra. I have always done so." he gently whispered, only making her confusion grow.

"And I have always wanted to tell you that I love to hear you sing, even though you don't sing often. Your voice melts like honey into my ears. I can listen to it everyday." He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"How do you say that when you have never heard me sing? Who are you, Aravind?", she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "You seem to know me in ways that no one else does."

He chuckled even as his eyes were moist, "Oh I have heard you countless times. You, my dearest, are much more than you think of yourself to be."

"What do you mean?"

"As much as I want to explain, I can't. He sighed wistfully. "It's sad, but I have to leave now. I will return soon, Bhadra. Until then, promise me you'll take care of yourself."

"Why?" She clearly didn't understand a thing. It didn't seem fair, or so she thought. This man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, mysterious but familiar, only to say he’d disappear again, leaving her with countless questions. Yet, somehow, it all felt right. Despite not wanting him to leave, she could only hope that he would come back.

Adoring the curls that framed her soft features one last time, Aravind stepped back. "Until next time," he voiced, extending his hand. Bhadra grasped it firmly, losing herself in his eyes as she tearfully bid him goodbye.

"Moley," she heard her father's call and turned around. "I'm here, Appa," she yelled back, hearing his hasty steps as he reached her.

"I knew you'd be here," he said with a warm smile lighting up his kind eyes. "It will be dark soon. I want you to come home with me." He gently caressed her head, and she nodded in agreement.

"Are you okay, kanne? Were you talking to someone here?" He asked, concerned.

Bhadra turned to her side, only to find nobody there and smiled in despair and surprise. It all felt too real to be one of her delusions and too elusive to be reality. She wanted to tell her father about the mysterious person she met but she knew that it would be difficult for him or anyone to believe. So she chose to remain silent about everything that happened today.

"No, Appa. Let's go home" She replied as she followed her father on their way back home.

Today was different indeed.

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Moley/Kanne - a way to address a daughter or a little girl in Malayalam.

A/N - Wanted to write something like this for the longest time. This may have some cliche moments but this work by far, is the closest to my heart. And I may turn this into a series if y'all wish. So let's see. I hope you enjoy reading it <3

Tags- @krsnaradhika @houseofbreadpakoda @harinishivaa @achyutapriya @kaal-naagin @sambaridli @sambhavami @yehsahihai @ramayantika @khushireadsandrambles

[weirdlookindog]

Lon Chaney Jr. and Acquanetta in Dead Man's Eyes (1944)

[tylermileslockett]

DEMETER

“I begin to sing of rich-haired Demeter, awful goddess —of her and her trim-ankled daughter whom Aidoneus (Hades) rapt away, given to him by all-seeing Zeus the loud-thunderer.”  

               (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)

DEMETER (duh-MEET-er), is the goddess of harvest, agriculture, fertility, and grains. She is the central figure in the mystery Cult of Eleusis,where citizens made a pilgrimage to Eleusis to partake in a festival and initiation ritual tied to the myth of Demeter and her daughter Persephone’s abduction by Hades into the underworld. This ceremony would initiate a citizen, provide some spiritual insight, thereby guaranteeing a better position in the afterlife. In my depiction, Demeter holds out her torch, in search of her abducted daughter, and an ear of wheat grain to symbolize her role in agriculture. Tto the left we have the main players of the missing daughter myth. A misty Hades behind, and Persephone in front, with triple-bodied Hekatebeside, who helped Demeter find her daughter, and became Persephone's attendant in the underworld. On the right we have a woman pouring libations to help the wheat grow, then Demeter holding the cut grain, symbolizing the cyclical nature, and transience of life.

Unfortunately, as the crime of revealing the inner secret ceremony was punishable by death, we can't know for sure what took place in the inner sanctum during the main ritual. What we do know is that something was “drunk” and something was "seen". Many believe that the Kykeon drink offered to initiates would produce a psychotropic, hallucinatory effect. Perhaps the drink was tainted with ergot (rotten barley fungi), or maybe mushrooms. Apparently, the ritual had three stages, (mirroring Persephone’s underworld journey); the descent, the search, and the ascent. Some believe the final act shown to the initiate was the cutting of an ear of grain, to symbolize the cyclical death and rebirth of nature. 

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[jackles010378]

Regarding Y/n

What if it was you that got hit with the memory loss spell instead of dean? Dean and Sam try everything to cure you....

(Dean winchester x y/n)

In the quiet town of Lebanon, Dean and Sam, were grappling with a challenge unlike any other they had faced before. It began when y/n Dean's girlfriend jumped in front of him to shield him and accidentally became the victim of a powerful memory loss spell.

Dean paced back and forth in the bunker, his heart heavy with concern "I frickin hate witches" he yelled. He couldn't bear the thought of y/n forgetting him and the time they had spent together. She was the love of his life, and the idea of being a stranger to her was tearing him apart.

Desperate for a solution, Dean picked up his phone and dialed Rowena's number. The powerful witch, usually a source of knowledge and assistance, was the only hope he had left. But to his dismay, Rowena informed him that she had encountered this particular spell only once before and had been unable to find an antidote.

Left with no other choice, Dean set off on a mission to locate the witch responsible for casting the memory loss spell. Sam stood by his side, ready to help his brother however he could. He didn't want to leave y/n on her own so he phoned Jody and Donna, both women dropping everything to come be with y/n, the women that once saved their lives. Dean knew it would be a treacherous journey, fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Their first lead led them to a small town on the outskirts of Kansas. The locals spoke of a mysterious woman who had recently arrived and possessed unique magical abilities. Dean and Sam tracked her down and demanded answers.

The witch, Lilya, revealed that she had cast the spell under the command of a rogue coven, seeking to eliminate any traces of supernatural interference in their lives. The coven had brainwashed her, exploiting her powers for their nefarious purposes.

Determined to help y/n restore her memories, Dean and Sam convinced Lilya to guide them to the coven's hideout. They ventured into the heart of the forest, where dark magic permeated the air. The brothers had faced countless supernatural threats in the past, but this felt different. This time, their objective was not to destroy evil, but to save their loved one.

As they delved deeper into the hidden lair, Dean and Sam encountered a series of increasingly complex traps and spells meant to deter intruders. But nothing could stop their unwavering resolve. They fought through every obstacle, leaving no stone unturned.

Finally, they reached the inner sanctum, where the coven gathered to harness their powers. A battle ensued, the sound of spells reverberating through the room. Dean fought with all his might, his motivation fueled by the love he harbored for y/n.

In the midst of the chaos, Sam managed to find the original witch, the one responsible for casting the memory loss spell. Power crackled in her fingertips as she prepared to attack. But Sam, quicker than lightning, intercepted her, overpowering her with sheer determination.

With the threat eliminated, Dean rushed back to y/n, trembling with anticipation. He held his breath as he recited the reversal incantation he had discovered during the fight. And as the words left his lips, a surge of energy enveloped y/n, her eyes widening with recognition. After the spell she passed out. Sam Jody and Donna looked on, panic set in their faces. Dean picked her up off the sofa and carried her to their bedroom. He lay her gently on the bed fearing the worst.

A few days had passed and Dean was getting worried, but then she whispered his name as her eyes fluttered open, "Dean." Relief flooded through him, as though a weight had been lifted from his heart. y/n's memories returned, washing over her like a tidal wave. She held onto Dean, tears of joy and relief streaming down both their faces.

From that day forward, Dean and y/n cherished every moment they spent together. The experience taught them the importance of love, resilience, and the unbreakable bond they shared. And amidst the chaos of their hunter lives, they never took a single memory for granted again.

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[contentabnormal]

This week on Content Abnormal we present Boris Karloff in The Inner Sanctum mystery "The Wailing Wall"!