Posted by: V-Rae Quinnell
The year is 1984. I am seven years old and clutching a pillow case. I have way too much make-up on and the sweat beading on my forehead has started to make it run. Feverishly I scan the row of houses to see if any lights are still on. There! Four houses down and on the right, I spot them – burning yellow eyes. I run.
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