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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. My name is Andrew, and for better or worse, I've been given the privilege of guiding you through tonight's session, the first session of 2022.

I'll start with a short introduction about myself. I was brought into the fold a few months ago as a narrator and have recently been put in charge of editing the story audio for the podcast.

It has been an absolutely horrible pleasure, or pleasurable horror,

to be a part of the team here at Tales to Terrify.

Next, I want to thank all of our patrons and supporters for their continued devotion to the cause. It is because of you wonderful weirdos that we are able to give a little back to our narrators.

Also, for the authors out there, our submissions are open.

We accept horror story submissions of up to 10,000 words.

If you've got one, send it in.

What's the worst that could happen?

Drawing an Eldridge entity into the material plane from the fathomless darkness between the stars?

There's no reason to be afraid.

Or is there?

Tonight, I will lead you into the mind of a misanthrope, into the cozy bedroom of a well-read and precocious little girl, and then across the stars to investigate a planet from which no vessel has returned.

Okay, enough idle talk. Let us begin the session. Our first story for the evening

comes from B. W. Carter. B. W. Carter spends his days administering child welfare programs from the

confines of a tiny monochrome cubicle.

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