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"I ain't afraid of no ghost!" Hmm, well, no howling, ethereal walker through walls anyway. I don't get those. But the screaming young man in the basement of a building I used to live in? Yeah. He was always there, silently screaming at me. The first time I met him was quite the experience—just wide-mouthed, …
was idly lighting the long kitchen matches one by one. I wasn't involved in discussing what sort of demon life might exist. I lit match after match and watched as they slowly burnt down while my friends got all worked up and angry about things.
The chalk and crayon marking the plain maple surface might resemble a compass to the uninitiated, but it was supposed to be a means of focusing our psychic energy.
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