(Possibly) True Stories That My Father Told Me
When I was about ten or eleven years old, I read a book that terrified me. It had a supernatural being that could take people over and leave them as empty husks. My father tried to comfort me by talking about how fears could be irrational. He gave as an example a fear from his childhood. He had been afraid that there was someone hiding behind the couch and that they were going to jump out and beat him with…