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We never talk about the other kinds of ghosts, the fragile, flesh colored ones, the way their whimpers haunt the hollows of our minds.

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“It’s only a cold” the saying goes about that most common sickness.

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Growing up, my brother and I used to tell stories about the Midnight Man, a made-up monster whose sharp yellow eyes we imagined watched us at night.

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It was my first night after being kidnapped for sex-trafficking; I wished at every moment that my family would burst in and save me.

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Since I was a child, I've been obsessed with painting self-portraits and hanging them on my wall.

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In the forest, among the slender, dark figures of the trees, we surrounded the young girl and held up our knives, each of us whispering "witch..."

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My three year old daughter gasped by the side of the car window as the first snow flakes of Christmas fell.

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After burying the dismembered body in the Vegas desert, my wife and I shared a cigarette as we looked out at the miles and miles of empty sands in the pre-dawn darkness.

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Paranoid that someone was watching me, I taped over the cameras on my phone and laptop.

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When I woke up I found that I was trapped in another person's body, and have reason to believe he's trapped in mine.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
We never talk about the other kinds of ghosts, the fragile, flesh colored ones, the way their whimpers haunt the hollows of our minds.	38
“It’s only a cold” the saying goes about that most common sickness.	37
Growing up, my brother and I used to tell stories about the Midnight Man, a made-up monster whose sharp yellow eyes we imagined watched us at night.	36
It was my first night after being kidnapped for sex-trafficking; I wished at every moment that my family would burst in and save me.	35
Since I was a child, I've been obsessed with painting self-portraits and hanging them on my wall.	28
In the forest, among the slender, dark figures of the trees, we surrounded the young girl and held up our knives, each of us whispering "witch..."	28
My three year old daughter gasped by the side of the car window as the first snow flakes of Christmas fell.	25
After burying the dismembered body in the Vegas desert, my wife and I shared a cigarette as we looked out at the miles and miles of empty sands in the pre-dawn darkness.	21
Paranoid that someone was watching me, I taped over the cameras on my phone and laptop.	17
When I woke up I found that I was trapped in another person's body, and have reason to believe he's trapped in mine.	16