“How many of these stories involve someone needing to go to the hospital?” Logan asks. “I’d say about sixty percent. I did wonder briefly if I’d been cursed.” “I mean, you have to consider it.” Logan shakes his head. “You’re right—those stories are … something.” “Oh, I’m not even done,” I tell him. “This last one is by far the worst. If you still really want to know.” “Tell me. It’s kind of like a car wreck I can’t look away from.”
