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“It wasn't my mom. I found an eyeless boy—he had black, vacant sockets—about my age sitting for the foot of my mattress. He prolonged his hand, and in it had been somewhat box.I explained to her I was seeking to slumber and shut my eyes. I distinctly listened to a male voice say, ‘Oh my God, am I dying?’ accompanied by a handful of second