She asked for his hand calmly, for she did not want to startle him. Sitting in the corner, he was hugging his knees muttering to himself quietly. Something had happened to him. She did not know what, and to be honest, she did not want to know. She was not a fan of scary stories, and she could tell that whatever had happened to him was one of the worst. He ignored her question and tried to convince himself that it was but a dream. Unfortunately, he knew better.
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