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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.

I've got another blast from the past for you this evening, a story that takes us all the way back to episode five, which aired on February 10, 2012, a dark little tale that explores the connections

between past and present, predator and prey. So without further ado, Children of the night, journey back with me to episode five,

and Kim Newman's, is there anybody there?

There. Is there a presence? asked Irene.

The parlour was darker and chillier than it had been moments ago.

Of the bottoms of the heavy curtains, tassels stirred like the fronds of a deep-sea plant.

Irene Dobson, Madame Irina to her sitters,

was alert to tiny changes in a room

that might preface the arrival of a visitor from beyond the veil.

The fissing and dimming of still untrusted electric lamps,

so much less impressive than the shrinking and bluing of gas-light flames

she remembered from her earliest seances.

A claminess in the draft As fog-like cold rose

From the carpeted floor

The minute crackle of static electricity

...