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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.

We start with another flash fiction reminder.

You've got just a little over a week to get your terrifyingly mutated ducks in a row before the sluice gates of our newest flash fiction contest open and begin spilling horrors into our submissions pile.

In case you need a reminder, nautical horror. It's what the horror fiction gods demand.

Well, our editors, Seth and Meredith, anyway. Tales to Terrify.com slash flash contest as the details.

And it's also where you can expect the underwater portal to open come May 1st.

We're excited to see what terrible things you dredge up from the depths.

Our flesh crawls with thankfulness this week in appreciation for our newest patron, Aiko.

Thank you from the bottom of my cold heart, Ako.

We appreciate you supporting our Stygian enterprise so very much.

As usual, patreon.com slash Tales to Terrify is where you can explore all the benefits of joining Ako and the many other children of the night who lend their arcane energies to our audio fiction endeavors.

Speaking of which, we have two tales for you this evening about the justifiable fear of sitting on a stranger's lap

and a wealthy hunting party that discovers they may not be the only ones on the prowl.

Our first story for the evening comes from Deirdre Coles.

Deirdre Coles lives in Seattle, where she spends her time

fighting crime, screaming insults at Ospreys, and trying to ingratiate herself to the local crow

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