The read
Three lighthouse keepers, a derelict ship, and an army of starving rats: Three Skeleton Key was radio horror at its peak, and Price carried it as narrator — two and a half minutes of the analysed stretch containing exactly two pauses, because on 1950s network radio, dead air was the one unforgivable sin. Seventy-six years later, the transfer has scraped away plenty: clarity and low-end both read below their bands, the record’s condition rather than the performance. What refuses to age is the placement. Presence-band energy — the range that cuts through a room, or a 1950 valve radio — still reads optimal through the static. The rats are long gone. The projection still lands.