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The low gas signal flashed on my dashboard. My car was a heaping pile of shit which chugged enough fuel that would have Greta Thunberg calling a COP meeting. Remembering the sign a few miles back signalling a gas station up ahead I prayed that Norman would make it. Yes, I named my car after a fictional serial killer. Seen as I was in the ass end of nowhere, I wasn't surprised that the rest stop rivalled that of the one from Hills Have Eyes. A bus pulling out left only me and a shitty-looking pickup truck. Isn't this how all horror fi...
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Aged 5 "MUMMY, MUMMY, MUMMY." Emma barged into her Mum's room after having a horrific nightmare about a monster in her wardrobe. The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the room. The big girl bed, as Emma calls it sat in the middle of the room where her mummy currently sat with open arms. Without another word, Emma pounced into her mother's arms and clung to her like the monster was about to take her away. "Oh baby girl, what's up?" Slight sniffles could be heard in the room. Her mum didn't push Emma to talk, she let her have her minute. "Monste...
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