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A childhood belief about fear of

At night, after going to the toilet, a the Devil's disembodied hand would emerge out of the u-bend, using the deafening flush to hide the sound of it's scampering as it chased me up to my room. The hard part came when running up the stairs, since it could leap through the gap in the banister and grab my ankle, rendering me powerless to scream out and/or fight it off. I would only be safe once under the covers of my bed.

— G Watkins

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