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Ongoing, First published Oct 21, 2013
Do you ever get those instinctive rushes of adrenaline that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up? Or, for some reason, it wasn't the other sounds in the house, but this specific creak that made you curl up in your blanket at night? Yeah, yeah, it's just our wild imaginations, right? Think about it. Those monsters you think you saw or felt in your room at night as a child might just be a sign. What if, as we grow, we lose our ability to sense these undeniable creatures? What if those scary stories are true? Maybe, just maybe, as we lose the purity our minds held as young children, we lose our ability to sense things that shouldn't be part of this world, but are, indeed, present in places as secure as our homes. Our minds, now, are trained to recognize the real cruelties of the world, the stresses of everyday life, and, so, these things that leave just the slightest noticeable trace, are no longer real, per say, to us. But just suppose now, as you read off a phone screen in the dark, secure in your room, in your bed, that those stories and events are real....
               Well, if you are ready to face the scary truths we have deemed as fictional events, brace yourself for these bedtime stories..........

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