It never begins with a scream. It begins with a simple, upward glance. The first whispers surfaced in the late nineteen nineties, easily dismissed as tricks of the light, or the overactive imaginations of a tired mind. In a quiet suburban home, a mother found her son’s crayon drawing. It showed their family, but scrawled onto the paper ceiling of his room was a smiling figure, its arms and legs...
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