Late one night, your little girl wanders into your room. She shakes you awake while saying, “Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You look at the clock, it’s 3:34 AM. You mumble softly, “Do you want to tell Daddy about it?” Your little girls reply is “No.” The oddity of the situation only now fully strikes you. You are completely awake and alert now. “Why not?” you ask. The little girl replies, “Because in my dream, when I told you about it, the thing wearing mommy’s skin woke up.” For a moment you are paralyzed with fear, you can just barely make out the pale outline of your daughter as you feel the covers shifting behind you.

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