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My grandpa used to warn me about things in the woods, He never called them monsters. Just said, “If you hear something calling your name at night. No you absolutely did not.” I used to just laugh it off, Until last fall. I was out by his old cabin in the woods. It was getting dark, and I remember thinking how quiet everything felt. No wind. No insects. Nothing. Then I heard it, “Adam…” It was my grandpa’s voice, Clear as day. But that didn’t make sense, He’d passed two years ago. I just stood th