Story by Aimer A bump in the night,It’s nothing, right?Wind at the window,Gusts at the door.Shadows in the bedroom,Were they there before? An old farm house,Creaking wood floors.A musty bedIn an unused room.A storm, mad rain,Go to sleep, again. A crucifix on the wall,Across from the bed.A voice in the dark,A whisper in his head.Have…

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