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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 a pair of tales for you this week about green things, grave things, and the lives tangled in between.

Our first story for the evening comes from Jeff Wood.

Jeff Wood lives in Colorado, where he spends a little too much time watching baseball, and way too much time staring at the night sky. He's been published over 40 times across multiple genres. Representative publications

include New York Press, Bright Desire, and amazing monster tales.

He was recently nominated for a push-cart prize by Split-Lit magazine.

Follow more of his writing at his substack, The Oort Cloud.

Link is in the show notes.

Children of the Night, join me for Jeff Jeff Woods A Voice of Leaves

A Tales to Terrify Original

Thetales to Terrify Original.

Music I'm At bedtime, Daddy smells like cigarettes.

He smokes one out in the garage every night after supper.

Mommy calls it his filthy habit. He doesn't let me go out there with him,

and he tells me to never, ever smoke. If I start smoking, it'll never let go of me. That's what Daddy says. Mommy smells like bubbles. She does the dishes after we eat, while Daddy is smoking a

cigarette, and that is what she smells like, the soap from the dishes after we eat while Daddy is smoking a cigarette, and that is what she smells

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