Merry Transmismus, everybody.

We've done it.

Another year under the belt, as they say.

And yet again, quite a year it has been.

We've travelled from dark, menacing catacombs to far-flung alien planets.

We've met ghosts and ghouls, gangsters and gods,

even the gargantuan black goat of the woods, and its thousand young.

Oh, such fun.

However, all good things must come to an end, gentle listener, and 2018 is no exception. Thank you for your continuing support.

If you've just discovered us, well, welcome aboard. You've got a lot of catching up to do.

Luckily for you, we'll be taking a brief hiatus over the transmissmas

New Year period in which you may don your headphones and binge on the blackness which

nocturnal transmissions, like some infernal wetness, has thus far produced for your enjoyment.

Happy suckling, my dears.

And to our long-term listeners,

I would encourage you to go back through our catalogue

and re-listen to your favourite tales

while we're resting on our laurels.

At the risk of shamelessly blowing our chosen author's trumpets,

we have endeavored to select stories

which are worthy of revisiting.

I guarantee a second listen to some or all of these tales will not disappoint.

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