“Nothing is scarier than a child whispering that something is wrong. π³π What do you think was standing behind her?”
He pointed behind me and whispered: “…Heβs standing right there.” I froze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, pricking like needles. I didn’t want to turn …
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