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Welcome back, dear readers. Consider this a continuation in the series of spooky, scary stories I’ve written in the last few months. Tonight, we focus on the one nearly universal fear: darkness.
At some point in my past, I traded my memory in for an expanded vocabulary. While that’s a pretty fair trade, I have trouble remembering a lot of things about my past. For instance, my younger brothers can rattle off … Continue reading