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They got me in the cradle, they got me in the playground. Wherever I looked they were there. Sucking at the air, laughing. My breath caught in their laughter, they glared through my eyes, but still they came. Cold and awful, my earliest playmates.
I was eight years old when I realised that not everybody could see the dead.
I was eight years old when I realised that not everybody could see the dead.