The final tumbler turned, behind the wall the unmistakable sound of a real-to-real cassette player starting.

I told you! Monteague half screamed. I tried to warn you of the horrors that await behind these walls. Pseudepod episode 622 November 16th 2018 this week's story end

pline air by J.T. Glover hello everyone welcome to Sudapod Weekly Horror Podcast. I'm Alistair, your host, and this week's story was originally

published in Night script, volume 2. That's an anthology series edited by CM Mueller that focuses on subtle and dark some literary horror.

Stephen Jones would subsequently pick it up for reprint in his best new horror

anthology series for volume 28. We have a little background on the story for you from JT which

will save for the outra. In the meantime your reader is the fantastic Heather and Thomas so without further ado let's go make

some art because what is art based in, but truth. by J.T. Glover. Narrated by Heather Thomas.

A gust of wind boiled off the James without warning,

flattening cattails and clumps of spike rush as it swirled around the inlet where I was painting.

And of course it caught my canvas.

The morning's work rushed away from me, like a sailboat before a storm, taking my field easel with it.

Just as I was sucking in breath to howl with frustration, it shuttered to a stop in midair.

Two pale hands held it fast, reaching around from the back.

Whoa, said a woman with frizzy brown hair as she looked around one side at me.

I expected a lot of things today, but not an easel attack.

Damn, I'm... Thanks. That wind came out of nowhere.

Been there? She said, smiling.

The woman walked toward me and set the easel back in place. I was instantly delighted and wary when I saw

her umbrella, Fauchadbox, and other painting supplies. On closer inspection, I noted that her gear was highly customized and showing the kind of wear that came with long use.

I'm Sharon, she said said sticking out one hand

Delia I replied

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