I remember being frightened of these imaginative stories as a child—some have stuck with me ever since.
I went to a Catholic school, so nice child-friendly books were proudly on display.
But if you looked hard enough, you can find these books there.. I bought it sneakily, as though I was doing something bad, and tucked it away in my bookbag until I got home.
And then I’d read it at night, and cover myself with blankets when I heard the house squeak….They were scary stories to tell in the dark…And if I’m not mistaken, they still exist somewhere in my house. I just have to find them…
When I do my son Ayden will inherit the treasure..