“When my son was little (3 or 4ish) he would wake up with bruises on his forearms that looked like little hands had gripped him too hard. When we asked what was happening he told us an elaborate story about a little girl that lived in his closet and wanted him to hide in there with him.

We sort of assume that he was grabbing his own arms in his sleep and having nightmares but that was definitely horror movie material. He said she wore a dirty white dress, her hair was falling out, her smile was too big and she had red fingers. Bruh.”

-CplSoletrain