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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. With the winter solstice behind us, those long nights and lengthening shadows will slowly begin to fade for another year.

But don't worry, we'll keep the darkness going strong through the holidays.

As I mentioned last week, we've got little something extra cooking for patrons over the next

couple of weeks. Some classic tales of holiday horror to really put you in the spirit. So,

look forward to that. And speaking of Patreon, a huge thank you this week to Britt B for becoming our newest patron. Your generosity

warms our frozen hearts, Brit. We appreciate it so very much. Continuing on from last week,

we have another of this year's Bram Stoker Award finalists to share with you,

as well as a perfectly timed festive little fright to get your holidays started right.

So, without further ado, grab your mug of cocoa, wrap yourself tight, and gather round the fire. Let's get you naughty

children of the night a little frightening fiction to fill your stocking. Our first story for the

evening is another Bram Stoker Award runner-up, which comes to us from

Kyla Lee Ward.

Kyla Lee Ward is a Sydney-based creative who has worked as a ghost host, a carnival attraction,

and acted in the Grand Gignon.

Her fiction has garnered Australian Shadows and Oriolus Awards and multiple

stoker nominations, including for this story. Reviewers have accused her of being

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