Tell me your name.

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When I was a nine year old boy I wandered out to a part of my grandfather’s farm that he warned me to stay away from. He’d told me snakes, spiders, and other creepy things congregated on this particular patch of his land. But after a harvest, when what remained of the crops laid flat against the earth, you could see an old stone well on that part of the farm. I wanted to see it up close.

As I get near the well, I worried, what if what my grandfather meant that snakes and spiders lived in the well? What if they’d shoot out as they felt me approach? I stopped walking to it, and wondered if I should head back to the farmhouse. But curiosity compelled me forward.

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A Monster Used to Tell Me Bedtime Stories

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When I was little, my mom bought an old farm in Colorado. It was the most exciting thing my five-year-old self had ever seen; forest surrounded us at every turn. A big creek cut through the property, so clear and clean you could count every stone at the bottom. Jagged peaks towered in the distance, choked with pines and capped with snow all year long.

Our fields had long since ceded to the wilderness, but the weathered remnants of hog pens and stables remained.

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A trick-or-treater has been coming to my house…

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I want to start out by saying that I don’t know what this thing is. All I know is that I don’t want it around me. And I can guarantee that you wouldn’t, either.

Regarding a brief background, I bought my house recently. Nothing special, just a medium sized place located in a relatively safe suburb. I have a girlfriend (Lara), but she doesn’t live with me for personal reasons. At the moment, I’m here by myself.

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Second Thoughts: A Continuation

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No, I didn’t leave her to die, guys. Just because I’m a trespasser of thoughts doesn’t mean I’m a complete monster.

Though I was surprised, confused, and terrified I still knew that I couldn’t just let this guy…this murderer…get away with it. Though I wasn’t completely sure what exactly I was dealing with, I waited till he pulled out of the parking lot in his green Accord before shortly following suit. Even though the guy was going to know that I was doing it, I knew I had to enter his mind again. I needed to find out his true intentions with the girl.

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Reading minds isn’t as fun as you might think …

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I was an orphan growing up. I always supposed that was for the best; If my mom didn’t want me, then it was probably better off that I wasn’t in her care. I didn’t hate her or my father, whoever and wherever he was. I was just happy to be alive.

I still remember the first time I invaded the mind of another living being. I was six years old, sitting outside on the sidewalk when I heard what I can only describe as….impulses in my head. The impulses were very strong, and though they weren’t words, I knew full well what they were focused on: Eating. I glanced about in confusion until I laid eyes on the scrawny cat as it gnawed away at a dead pigeon. I couldn’t believe what was happening. But that was only the beginning.

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