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Thank you. From the blackest corners of your mind, they call, pulling you deep into shadow, twisting your senses, keeping you from sleep.

It's time to face your darkest fears.

This is Tales to Terrify. Good evening, children of the night, and welcome.

Just another quick reminder that submissions are still open.

Tales to terrify.com slash submissions if you'd like more details about what we're looking for and how to submit some darkness of your own.

Speaking of dark tales, I finally got around to watching the lighthouse the other day,

and I have to say I loved it. I wasn't too sure

what to expect going in, but for me, mood and setting are two of the most crucial parts of any

good horror tale, and Robert Eggers does a phenomenal job of building dread and discomfort

with the environment throughout.

Now, as to whether the lighthouse can truly be called horror, a question I've heard

frequently argued effectively on both sides, to be honest, I don't think it matters.

The deep sense of isolation and strange combination of claustrophobia and agoraphobia,

of being both suffocated and exposed, left me feeling pleasantly uncomfortable, a feeling that stuck

with me for a while afterward. There's something about lighthouses that's incredibly fascinating. Their bright beacons are

often used to symbolize safety and hope, both literally as signals to aid ships in finding safe

passage through treacherous waters, guiding them into landfall after a long voyage at sea,

and figuratively too, a shining light guiding wayward souls home. But for all of the warmth and light and comfort that they symbolize from an

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