My nana always used to tell us ghost stories when my parents weren't around. I used to think that she trusted us enough to tell us all these terrifying truths, then as a teen I thought she was just trying to scare us.
Now I know better.
Everything she used to tell us is real. All the headless figures and blood-soaked bridges and clawed hands growing from dead tree branches - one by one I'm seeing all of those old tales come to life.
And I have a feeling there are far worse things out there that she was too scared to speak about.
Things that are coming this way whether we're ready or not.
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