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Monsters are real, and they don’t look quite like the supernatural depictions on the silver screen. They look just like you and me.
What measure of mortality remained in the morbid snow globe that I was trapped inside of?
Eventually, she must have reached the same conclusion that I did—family is family, no matter how fucked up.
Sometimes, after a horrible event occurs in a place, a weight continues to hang inside it. The darkness attaches itself like a parasite, and the event and location aren’t just synonymous anymore, they’re one.
he just continued to clean the religious jewelry like a cat does its own asshole.
If the walls could talk, they probably wouldn’t. They’d probably just scream.
“Well, I don’t know if you remember or not, Detective, but the devil was an angel too.”
Unlike anything or anyone else, it would never take off in the middle of the night or up and disappear. The pain was simple. It was pure and didn’t lie.
