The Lies You Believe…

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As a child, scared in the night, I’d go sleep in my parents’ room. My mom had a long, white night-dress that hung behind the bedroom door. In the darkness, it always looked to me like a skeleton. I have no idea how many nights I lay there afraid of a night-dress. I’m pretty sure, deep down, I knew that skeletons don’t usually hang out on the backs of bedroom doors, and that my parents weren’t the type of people to keep skeletons around. But…