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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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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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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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