I always knew there was something wrong with my beloved grandmother. It started when she began rambling about a ‘creature.’ “It follows me,” she would whisper. Her grey skin would become infinitely grayer. “It talks to me,” Her pupils dilated. So, as any loving family would have done we assumed […]
In this world, there exists a spirit neither male nor female. This spirit is covered with a dark cloth, with a separate white cloth to cover its head. It is said to carry an enormous brown burlap sack, in which it holds its victims. It is said that the second
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