He who tails me is a frightening anecdote about the man and wife who are trailed by spooky strides and somebody referred to just as "The Death that Walks" . The story is received from old fashioned radio show called the " Corridor of Fantasy . H ere in my grasp I hold the dairy of a dead man. He and his significant other were companions of mines. Their names were Bill and Helen Mason . The words he has recorded advise a tail excessively fabulous, making it impossible to accept.