Greetings. I bid you welcome-- the bulb in the room popped. Pardon me, I have to find another one. I'll be right back. Just got to find my trusty torch and get a spare-- Stop laughing, please. The sound echoes in the room and feels a bit creepy. I mean, my speakers aren't stereo, and it still feels like you're just behind me.
In the meantime, while we're talking about torches, we've got some amazing stories about what hides in the dark. And one story, in particular, can make a shiver run down your spine even when you're already trembling so much from reading all the rest. This story is...
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