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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 to another flashback.

This week we have a tiny little bite-sized tale for you from episode 274, which aired back in April 28, 2017. I won't say too much because I feel like the title really says it all.

So, children of the night, join me for Carlo Yeager Rodriguez's Clown Car, driven once, never emptied. The fucking salesman promised the car was clean. Dan's knuckles creaked as he clutched his

steering wheel like salvation, eyes on shifting traffic on the rain-soaked highway. They were all

around him, furtive movements and the hidden spaces of the car, the rustle as they moved under

the back seat.

The stifled titters echoing from inside the glove box, the squeak of red plastic noses

crushed against each other. The car was still full of them.

Dan didn't dare look away from the lane ahead, squinting past the steady swish of the wipers

to the snarl of fast-moving cars on the expressway. No sirens? No flashing lights in the rearview?

Good. Back at the dealership, the salesman had oozed up to Dan, who stared at the jaundiced

yellow VW bug. I can see you're a collector,' he'd crooned,

and nodded at the horrid little lump of a car

contained by the circle of velvet ropes.

Like one of those magic circles, Dan had thought.

"'It's from that show,' Dan had gulped.

...