Welcome to Suleopog Towers. Get comfy. Find a cushion to hide behind. You're going to need it. Pseudopod episode 607 August 10th 2018 this. This week's story, take a walk in the night, my love, by Damien

Angelica Walters.

Leave me to a woman place, dressed for opening time.

Show me bleeding when my love burned you breathing fire.

Hello everyone.

Welcome to Sudapod, the weekly horror podcast.

I'm Alistair, your host, and this week's story was first

published in The Madness of Dr. Caligari in 2016. Damien has actually been here twice

before and has a story in Form mortal Things Unung the Sudopon anthology and

their work is universally brilliant. Damien is one of those authors who you learn things

from structurally and in terms of craft as well as

enjoying the incredible stories they tell. I would encourage you to seek out every

single thing they've published and read it because they really are that good.

Your reader for this week is just in there. So get

ready because we have a story for you and despite what your memory may be telling you, we promise you, it's true. The Fists are thrown up in the year.

Take a walk in the night, my love, by Damien Angelica Walters, read by Justine Aire.

He is a good man.

Remember that. He is a good man. man.

There's something in the bed, something that scratches your skin when you move your legs

and you whip the sheets aside fearing an insect or worse a spider.

Dirt coarse and abrasive clings to your feet and ankles between your toes.

You hiss in a breath

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