The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 016 - The Bride of Death

Episode Date: March 25, 2026

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What evil lurks in the hearts of men. The shadow knows. Again, Blue Cold dealers present radio's strangest adventurer, The Shadow. Mystery Man who strikes terror under the very hearts of shops as lawbreakers and criminals. Today, Blue Cold brings you the Shadow's latest adventure, The Bride of Death. The Shadow begins its exciting adventure in just a little. moment. Meanwhile, I'd like to make a suggestion to all new homeowner. To protect your family's health and save real money in the bargain, burn blue coal. For blue coal gives you uniform,

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I want to see Mrs. Ackley. She has retired. Come tomorrow. I must see her tonight. Why? My daughter, Isabel, is here. She's Mrs. Ackley's companion, but I've come to take her home. Ah, the girl, Isabel.

She does not wish to leave. I've come to fetch her. I'm a man of the cloth. A man of peace. But I will not leave without her. Let me by. Harka! Matar!

Stop him! Yes, Master! At you command! Let go, go away. Take your hands off me, you heathen. Gerald! Put him out! Keep him out!

Wait! Mrs. Ackley! I will see him. How dare you break into my house this way, Reverend Colby? Because I will not have my daughter stay in a house that harbors, Mrs. Ackley. There's talk in the village of heathen rights performed by this man who calls himself prophet of the ancient one. This man you've brought to a Christian place

From some Asiatic sinkhole of the godless Be careful how you speak in the presence of the Prophet You mean That man there? Yes, Minister I am the Prophet Prophet Where is my daughter Isabel?

She is leaving this house on the cliff tonight Tell Reverend Colby she does not wish to go Tell him, Mrs. Ackley Your daughter Isabel Does not wish to go Good night, Reverend Colby. I do not believe you. Let me see her.

Let her tell me herself. She does not wish to see you. Get beyond the iron gets quickly, for in five minutes my servants will release my trained guardians. I'm not afraid of that unholy pack of black panthers of yours. They are dangerous, minister. Trained in my native land. Trains to hunt and kill animals or men.

Go now. Very well. I'm going, but I'll be back. I'll be back. Stop it. Why? Why did the panthers scream? It is an omen of death. Whose death? Tell me.

The future is so plain to you. Tell me who is going to die. I see the minister Reverend Colby, standing in the pulpit of his church, turning these simple fishing folks against you, Mrs. Ackley. Reverend Colby is going to die. But how? But after the ancient one will strike him down with the voice of thunder

and the tongue of fire. Three days ago this night, I went to Mrs. Ackler's house on the cliff to bring my own daughter, Isabel Colby home. I could not see her, could not speak to her. She is lost to me, and therefore let my own sorrow be a warning to those of you in this village

whose sons and daughters may go to that house of the devil to this man who dares desecrate the name of prophet Now let us offer a prayer for the mistress of Kathamane Though rich in worldly goods

And worldly knowledge And so long one of us Kindly and generous Until of late And now ailing mind and spirit who have turned from God to follow the pathway of the disciple of Satan. Let us pray. We beseech thee. Have mercy on this poor lost one who has strayed from the forth. And so in the midst of those who perished with him and whom he loves so well, we return the body of

body of our beloved minister, Reverend Colby, return him to the earth. Ashes unto ashes. Dust unto dust. Well, here we are, Margot. Yes, but where, Lamont? The fog's so thick, I can't see a thing.

This is the little village where the Reverend Colby and ten of his parishioners were killed by a mysterious explosion in his church. Oh, that was horrible. But Lamont, it happened days ago. What can we do? Murder has been committed, Margot. Wholesale. and the killer or killers are still at large.

But according to the newspaper report... Yes, I know. The paper said the authorities have been unable to uncover a possible motive. Investigation is hampered by the refusal of the fisherfolk of this quaint little village to cooperate.

Perhaps they're afraid to talk, Lamont. It's surprising what superstition can do. What about this rich, Mrs. Actley, you were talking about, Lamont? Where does she fit into the picture? I don't know, Margot. All I know is that about three months ago she returned from the Far East

to the man who calls himself the prophet. This man claims to be the leader of a cult worshipping a deity known as the ancient one. Is there such a cult? There was,

but it was stamped out nearly five centuries ago because its ceremonies and rituals included human sacrifice. Human sacrivas? Yes. Oh, how horrible.

Then you think there is a connection between the so-called prophet the destruction of this Christian church and the murder of Reverend Colby? Margot I don't know. I'm going into that cottage down the road. There are some Christians. I'll wait in the car.

Oh! An awful foghorn. It gives me the creep. You'll be safe here, Margot, but don't get out of the car. All right. Now, the Mount Cranston and the shadow are going to find out something more about this mystery of the house.

On the cliff. Yes? Someone's at the door. Don't answer. Then why not, Marthy? Think it's a ghost from the marshes or that devil from the cliffhouse? Who's there?

Don't open the door, sir. A stranger! I've lost my way in the fog. I'll tell him this but one road back to the cliffhouse. the main limit. Leave this to me, Martha. Where are you heading for, stranger? Do you tell me how to get to Mrs. Ashley's place, Kazmani?

Yes, I could, but I would. Wait, don't close the door. I'd you ask a few questions. Questions, huh? Well, ask them, but I'll not warrant an answer to anybody going to that house. You needn't be afraid of me. I am Captain Seth. Fifty years I've sailed before the mask,

and I'm not a fear to man, devil of the sea. Who be? I'll tell you this much, Captain's Vest. I'm here to put an end to the thing that made your wife afraid to let you open this door. I can't see you out there in the dark, but... Jeff! Those Tampers! They've come down to village again. What?

Pampers. Who's are they? The prophets, step into the house, stranger. They'll tear a man to pieces. Well, what ails your mercy? The blue light. It's him coming in the gate. He always carries.

It's him, the one that calls himself to... Well, let him come. Get in the house, stranger? What? The Murphy, there's nobody here. Where is that fellow gone? He was here a second ago. Oh, I don't know. Maybe he ran for it. Yes.

What do you suppose that prophet'sella won't to us? Get away from the door, Marthy. I'll deal with him. Good evening, my good captain. Stop where you be. I'll not have the likes of you in my house. A stranger came here. His car is down the road The spirit of the ancient one Told me of his coming

Who was the stranger Where has he gone All your questions I'll give you one answer Get your howling beasts And your heathen godless self Back to the house on the cliff Or I'll blow you to the very door of Hades

No man threatens the prophet And live Get out! Very well, Captain Since you will not tell me I will find him My servants are watching his car We will find him He'll need all

the unethly powers you claim to find a man in this fog. Good night. I'll find him. He can't be far away. No. Not far away, but close to you. In the dark shadows in the swirling mist.

Who speaks? I am looking for a man with blood on his hands. The blood of a minister and ten innocent people he murdered. Are you a man hiding in the fog? Do not try so hard to pierce the fog. You cannot see me. The shadow.

A voice without physical presence. Only a voice. No, my friend. In my native India, such things are known. But not here. The powers of mesmerism have spread beyond the gray monastic walls of the yogi priests. Modern sciences advanced their ancient arts.

Perhaps. But I am still stronger than you. strong enough to do what I have set out to do. And what is that? I will not tell you, Shadow. And no one, not even you with your borrowed powers, shall stand in my way, for I, I am the prophet.

Prophet of the ancient one. Master! Master of a stranger, he does not return to the automobile, but the young woman is there waiting for him. So! Could it be, Shadow, that you are this stranger we seek, that your companion waits for you?

Acca. Yes, Macca. Oh, quickly, I will follow. Seat the girl. She will be useful as to us. Very useful. If I cannot reach the shadow, I can reach his companion. Yes, Master.

Maca and the Panthers watch her. She will not escape. Do you hear, shadow? Yes, I hear. Save her if you can. You say you are a man. If that is true, then my panthers will smell you out whether they can see you or not. There's the car.

Acca, seize the girl. The car was a girl. Mekarna lo! Let car allow! Come, I don't care. Come on, get you. Take her to the house on the cliff. We will keep her with Isabelle Colby.

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I don't know. But who are you and why they keep you locked up in this room? Oh, I'm Isabelle Colby. My father was Reverend Colby, the minister of the little fishing village down the coast. He's dead. He's murdered him. Yes, I know. But you, why are you here?

I used to be Mrs. Ackley's companion and seceded her before she bought this man and a prophet to the house. But now that Hindu has some sort of hold over her mind. He calls her a high priestess, and she let him lock me up into years. Oh, how terrible, Miss Colby. What's happening in this house to Mrs. Ackley, and do you know? I don't know. It has something to do with a ceremony that the prophet says he and Mrs. Ackley must perform.

The climax is some strange religious ritual. They go through day after day in Mrs. Ackley's private chapel. He's changed it into a place he calls the temple of the ancient one. This morning, he came here and said, I am to be what he calls the bride of death. They're going to take me to that temple tonight. You know why? Yes.

To kill me. Oh, no. Mrs. Ackley is the high priestess is going to sacrifice me to that horrible deity they worship. Don't give up, hopefully. There's still a chance we'll get out of this place. Oh, Lamont, Lamont, why don't you come before? It's too late. Maybe this is...

Harker! Unlocked it off! Don't let me! Elizabeth called me. The time has come. The high priestess is waiting to perform her ceremony in the temple of the ancient... No, no!

The tower! Yes, Master! Take the girl, Isabelle, to the shrine. And the high priestess to prepare the girl and herself for the wedding of death. Come, my master command. No, no! I'll get her hand, I'll go me.

Please the strength girl. No! Yes, ma'clock. I kill her now. No! Atah! Make the girl is about to the shrine. Wait there for me.

Prepare the sacred fires. Purify the sword of the ancient one. The sacrificial altar is ready. And death is waiting for his bride. Yes, my son. No! You're going to marry me like you. Mad at my father!

Now, strange girl, I will deal with you. No, prophet. You will deal with me. The shadow. Thank you, and you've come. You, the shadow, here? How? There are panthers chinted every door.

It was easy, prophet. Oh, I knew the shadow would come. I knew he couldn't be far away. Oh, you do know the shadow. His slinking coward who fears to show himself. Who hides himself in the shadows? The shadow. The prophet is going to kill him.

Reverend Colby's daughter, he's going to make Mrs. Ackley kill her in some fantastic ceremony. Yes! In a few minutes she will be dead and you cannot stop it. A clever scheme. You've numbed the failing mind of Mrs. Ackley with drugs. Made it do your will, sign a fortune over to you. Your knowledge will not help you now, Shadow. You plan to have Mrs. Ackley commit murder.

Turn her over to the police, blame her for the death of Reverend Colby, and with a fortune in your hands, discard your role of profit and disappear. You are clever, Shadow. Yes, that is my plan. It is a pity such a mind as yours will soon be lost to the world. Within an hour, after Mrs. Ackley is obligingly murdered the girl, Isabel, this house will burn. A tank of gasoline and the cellar will explode. And this will be the funeral fire of the shadow in his beautiful young companions.

But I must go now. They are waiting for me. You are not going through that door. It is locked. You lie. It is. Acker! They cannot hear you.

They're waiting for you in the temple, and I have... the key to the door. You are not too clever, Shadow. Give me the key to the door and I shoot this girl. Take that gun away from her head. Throw the key upon that table, quick. Don't give him the key. I'm got a frigidim.

I shall count to three, Shadow. If I don't get the key, it's a pity. But this beautiful girl shall die. One. You wouldn't. Two. Three. Ah.

You are wide, shadow. You see. Show you the shadow can do more than one. Oh, my. Oh, Lamont, are you all right? Yes, but I'm afraid I... Not the profit out cold. Margot, take that key, get out of here, down the hall,

as a door, take a profit to run, drive to that cottage I visited tonight. Get Captain Zest to call the villagers. Tell them they can help to avenge the murder of their friends. What are you going to do? They may kill Isabelle before I can get help. Never mind, you hurry and get help. All right, I'll go out. I'll get Captain's dressed around with the people of the village, and then I'll come back.

Very well, Margot. I may need your help. Come back to this room. I'll be back in a few minutes. Vermont? Yes, Margo. I saw Captain Death. The people of the village are coming.

He's following them together. You can't wait for him, Margot. Beyond that door at the head of the stairs, Death is waiting for Isabel Colby. The Prophet's followers are there awaiting his appearance. But the Prophet's still lying here, I'm conscious on the floor. Nevertheless, he will not disappoint them. No, Mother, I don't understand.

Margot, I'm going to ask you to do a very dangerous thing. I want you to put on the Prophet's robe, cover your face with a hood, and walk in there as the Prophet. Very well, I'll do anything I can. You know that. Do not show your face till you reach the altar. Don't speak. Keep close to Isabel Colby.

Watch Mrs. Ackley and leave the rest of me. Yes, you know, I understand. I'm ready. It's he let's be, calabara, calabara, maternal Saddamo. Oh, ancient one, the son of eternal life,

before that thy altar the useful maiden wits, thy ancient swords, a spirit who will be some to thy known. Her blood is true. pledged. How soul is fine.

Metanalo ete la sea. Salavar a saddamot. All is in readiness, master. Metawa, look. The hood covers the master's face. The hour has come for the ritual to begin. See, Master, the girl isabella's last to the altar of the ancient one.

The sacred fire burned. in the jewel tortures. All is in readiness, master. All, as you have commanded. The tower, bring Mrs. Eckley. Prepare her to make the sacrifice. I, I am ready, ready to do the will of the prophet to plunge this sword into the girl's heart.

But I am afraid. I am afraid. drug to give me strength my priestess to the ancient one The tower The master does not speak Does not answer us He goes to the shrine alone

Wait He turns He is lifting the hood of his robes But look It is not the prophet It is a beautiful girl It is a strange girl The one the master's say below

To question about this, The shadow. What has happened to our master? Why do you wear the robes of the prophet? Raka! Mattawa! You have been tricked. The man you...

That is not the voice of the prophet. It is not a strange girl speaking. See, her lips have not moved. No! The shadow. The master warned us to beware of the shadow, Akha. Matawa. The master must be dead.

The shadow has killed him. The prophet's speaking you, making... I shall live forever like the ancient one. What did I say? This shadow has broken the master's power over this woman. I am free. We must escape. We must get away.

You will never get away now. Oh, prophet. We obey you no more. Obey me. You defy me. His veins. He tells us he cannot die. The first shadow spoke the truth in the tower.

He was not the true prophet. The true prophet of the ancient one was blessed with life, everlasting. You are right, Harker. Quick, we must get away, away from this shadow. You can't. I've just heard a dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories which appear in the Shadow magazine. All the characters and all the places named are fictitious. And a similarity to persons living or dead is truly coincidental.

We've all. Ender Nutty. Next week, same time, same station, Blue Coal, America's finest anthracite will again present another thrilling adventure of the shadow. Be sure to listen. And be sure to burn blue. Coal, a solid fuel for solid comfort.