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You rush down the hallway, to see your son silhouetted against the nightlight, sitting up in bed his face streaked with tears.

 

You pick him up- “What’s wrong, little man?” Still crying, he replies.

“I had a bad dream, daddy.”

 

And a skeleton poped up

 

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