ghost stories

I imagine us as children telling ghost stories around a bonfire. The scariest stories we could imagine would be the way we will treat each other as grown ups.

If you listen closely;

sssssister sounds an awful lot like the hissing of a slithering ssssnake in the grass…. Venom spills as she speaks, “ssssstay away!”

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