I regret how little I remember of my grandfather. He died when I was ten, which it seems is unfortunately young enough that my memories of him are spotty. What I do remember with absolute certainty is the way he made me feel. Whenever I think of my grandpa, I feel a sense of safety…
Sarah could not remember the last time she had managed to sleep through the night without a nightmare, though she didn’t mind so much anymore, nightmares were just something she had gotten used to. Early on, she had been afraid to sleep, knowing that the same omnipresent horror that whispered in her ear during the…
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