Growing Up with Scary Stories
When I was young, I loved scary stories. I couldn’t get enough of them — the whispered tales at night, the way friends would try to out-scare each other, the mix of laughter and fear when someone jumped at the perfect moment. Most of those stories I’ve forgotten with time, but there’s one that still lingers in the back of my mind. Even now, years later, it creeps me out just thinking about it.
It’s a story I heard from friends, passed along like a piece of playground folklore. The details may have shifted over time, but the image at its heart has never left me: a girl in a window, smiling.
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