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Greetings, listeners! After Death Robbery ended, my uncle turned and asked me what I meant when I said that Boris Karloff had a voice like molten silver with a sinister undertone. And, as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. This depiction was ... underwhelming. The story itself was a chilling classic, but a grieving scientist overrun by grief is a far cry from the villain I was looking for. Now this story? It perfectly captures what I wanted to show you but failed to deliver. Is this doctor in it to help? Or is he a spurned lover fueled by resentment? 
If you have any feedback, you know where to find my uncle. Hades@firesidefolklorewithhades.com