“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… some things don’t want to be found.”
There’s a story in my town…
About a little girl who never grew up.
They say she died in 1963.
Collapsed on a carousel.
Buried too quickly.
Some people think…
she wasn’t dead yet.
I used to laugh at that.
Until I went there.
The fairgrounds were abandoned.
Broken rides.
A carousel frozen in place.
At first…
nothing.
Just my footsteps.
Then—
tap… tap… tap.
Behind me.
I stopped.
Turned—
Nothing.
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