By Jean Tennant
It was just an old 1930’s radio. Not yet an antique, not quite a collectible. The shopkeeper did hot know who had originally owned it … or why it had such a nasty gash on its side. Nor did she know that beneath the rich mahogany cabinet, an unspeakable force waited to be unleashed.
From the moment she saw it, Dallas Munroe wanted the radio. Its art deco cabinet satisfied her eye for unusual decor. Its rounded, cloth-covered speakers seemed to echo faintly of bygone Depression-era days. Its black knobs whispered to her with the promise of sound. And so Dallas bargained, fussed, and possibly paid too much for it. But only after she brought it home did Dallas hear it play the silent scream of utter evil …