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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. Well, for the first time in several weeks, I don't have any housekeeping to share with you.

So, I'd like to kick off this episode with a thank you to patrons, Paul Cardulo, Ivan Tate,

Dion Basserie, and John Ediger. Your amazing support makes this show possible,

and we all appreciate it so much. If you'd like to count yourself among those that lend their shadows to this bulky mass of darkness, well, you know what to do.

Patreon.com slash Tales to Terrify. We're headed back for a brief visit to Vancouver Island this week.

The West Coast Trail on Vancouver Island is a beautiful place to hike. Disconnected spires of

rugged earth jutting from the shoreline topped with lonely trees. The deep lush green of dense evergreen forest,

the white rush of fresh water cascading into the churning sea. It's about as pure and serene a

landscape as you can imagine. But scattered along the rocks and sand of the shoreline, pokes the occasional, ragged

shape of rusting metal. Worn in angular panels, pocked and twisted from a century of being

battered by the sea, grim reminders of what some call the worst maritime disaster to ever occur along that stretch of the coast,

an area known as the graveyard of the Pacific, the only remnants of the steamship, the SS Valencia.

Well, almost the only remnants.

Built in the late 1800s, the Valencia wasn't a large ship by any

means. A small passenger steamer used to carry everything from civilian passengers and cargo to

troops. She wasn't a young ship either, having spent more than 20 years at sea before entering service

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