Panic
Grovers Mill NJ, 30 October 1938
Bright blue flashes in the nighttime sky
a copper cylinder
lands slowly in a field
a hatch opens
and an octopus-like creature emerges
The martians have landed !
Metallic manta rays
heat-ray armed
with power unimaginable
float through the city
destroy everything in their path
Panic ensues !
Police helpless
army tries bullets and bombs to no avail
FDR speaks words of calm
but people flee chaotically
not knowing where to go
Hello, this is Orson Wells speaking.I hope you enjoyed our halloween radio production of H. G. Wells War of the Worlds.
Sound familiar?
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