The Mysterious Traveler conjured up both an image of the story being told, as well as the creepy narrator telling it. He literally was a "mysterious traveler" that we met each week on the train. It would begin with the distant sound of a phantom train approaching. A steam whistle blew, and you were welcomed aboard, listening to our mysterious host spinning his yarn. His dark voice and morbid tales would intrigue us, as well as disturb us. After all, what kind of person would tell such a gruesome story to a stranger on a train? What sort of human would delight in the disasters of others and chuckle about the downbeat endings? Whoever he was, he knew what the audience liked-- and that made us just as guilty because we tuned in every week to hear more of it.
