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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 Christmas Eve.

I hope you've been nice this year, and that you get some quality time to spend with friends and family doing whatever holiday traditions you hold dear. Myself, by the time you

hear this episode, I'll likely be on the road, taking a late-night winter drive through the Canadian prairies to visit family in the

foothills, and, of course, listening to terrifying tales the whole way.

There are a few Christmas ghost stories that have resurfaced time and again for me over the years,

but there's one in particular I remember listening to

during the late night cross-country travels with my parents when I was quite young. I can picture

it so vividly still, sitting nestled in the warmth of the back seat as the cold wind

whistled by the window, drifting snowflakes dancing in the headlights of the back seat as the cold wind whistled by the window,

drifting snowflakes dancing in the headlights of the car,

the only other light, the subtle glow of the dashboard radio,

and the occasional passing car.

The tails spinning from the car speakers was called the shepherd.

The story of the pilot of a De Havilland vampire,

heading home for Christmas Eve in 1957.

Flying between Northern Germany and Suffolk, England,

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