The Scariest Story
There was a short period of my early life that was punctuated by truly unfortunate nightmares. I'd go to sleep feeling safe and warm.
Then I'd awaken several hours later and somehow be completely convinced that my closet was inhabited by fire monsters.
I'd flee to my parents' room because, like most six-year-olds, I believed that my parents possessed some magical ability to ward off homicidal, fire-breathing monsters that were easily eight times their size.
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