Paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything. We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other's knowledge. To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery. All day the snow falls down, all night the snow. I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story. We left footprints in the slush of ourselves, getting out of there.Richard Siken, War of the Foxes
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In Between Shadows: A Chilling Collection of Paranormal Tales
FanfictionOne day I'll get to you, and teach you how to get to purest hell. 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Paranormal Investigators, Marcia and Everett Kirso detail their encounters with the unseen monsters, petrified souls and kindred spirits in these tales Apply Fic / O...