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A childhood belief about monsters

When I was little, my dad used to tell me stories to scare me, and he told me one about a man who kidnapped children in order to build his castle of bones. So I convinced myself that he was made of chocolate, don't know how, just did. Then one night, my dad crept outside and walked to my window, where I would sit to draw, or just think, and he opened the window and grabbed my shoulder. At that point, I grabbed his hand and promptly bit down as hard as I could.

— Alias Reaper

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