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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 have an extra long tale for you this evening, so I won't take up much of your time tonight

before we dive in.

A quick note of warning before we do, though, this particular tale has some stronger-than-usual

trigger warnings, so make sure to check the show notes.

Our story this evening comes to us from R. A. Busby. Winner of the 2020 Shirley

Jackson Award for Short Fiction for Her Story, Not the Man I Married, R.A. Busby is also the author

of the story's bits, street view, holes, and other works of deliberately disquieting fiction.

"'I was always instructed to write about what I know,' she states, and I know what scares me.

"'In her spare time, R.A. Busby watches cheerfully gruesome horror movies and goes running in the desert with her dog.

Children of the Night, join me. For R.A. Busby's, shut your eyes while Mother sings. A Tales to

Terrify Original.

Music Tales to Terrify Original. I'm Do it. Just do it.

Sarah stood by the garbage disposal, listening to the whispers in the corner, and letting the water wash everything clean.

When she was sure the house was empty, she'd come downstairs to find the sink awash in brown slop, the remains of Kevin's coffee and eggs, she supposed,

"'a parting gift before leaving her for a late day at the firm.

"'There was the pan, his cup, and, floating on the greasy surface,

...