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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're exactly one week out from All Hollow's Eve. Quite a treat that it falls on Friday this year.

And even better, we've got a host of horrors to stuff in your pillowcase, the winners of our special Halloween flash fiction contest.

Make sure you tune in next week for that.

Before we dive into our stories, we have two terrifically twisted individuals I want to extend

our heartfelt thanks to.

The newest members of our murderous menagerie on Patreon.

Tamara Tudor and Adam Noonam.

Thank you from the bottom of our black and shriveled hearts, Tamara and Adam.

There are no words to express how much we appreciate the support, at least none that we

conform with a primitive human tongue.

As always, if you'd like to become a supporter of our show, you can get access to ad-free

episodes, bonus content, and even a direct line to the authors and narrators through our

Discord. Plus, our undying admiration has to count for something, right? Visit patreon.com

slash Tales to Terrify to see what you're missing.

For tonight, though, we have one tale for you, which comes to us from C.W. Stevenson.

A native of San Antonio, Texas, C.W. Clint Stevenson resides there with his wife, sons, and their retinue of furry companions.

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