Einstein and the Theory of Slurpees

It's not easy being here. It takes time to adjust. At first it was pretty cool. I loved zipping around, flying from place to place. After all, I had no body anymore, so there was that. When I first arrived, everyone was there to greet me, kind of like a big high school reunion, but …

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The Footsteps on the Stairs

Each night, the footsteps were the same; deliberate and heavy. The sound would slice into my hazy dreams, and I'd drift helplessly back into the world. My eyes would start to focus, gradually taking in the shadows lurking in my room. In the corner, my dresser would morph into a dark shape of some menacing, faceless monster, crouched and ready to pounce. …

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