Creepy presents the 31 Days of Horror, Day 19.

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Good afternoon, J.V. How are you feeling today?

Not great. I can't shake my dream from last night.

I see. Well, please feel free to share it when you're ready.

Okay. It was about the skeleton boy.

Mr. Shaw was babbling to the class about the Civil War, but I wasn't paying attention.

I was daydreaming like I always did during history class. What do I care about a war that happened over a hundred years ago? How does that affect me? Unless I could suddenly time travel, what did it matter? As my mind wandered, I glanced around the classroom. Everyone, including myself, was dressed in their costumes for Halloween. Towns trick-or-treat was later on after school,

and most of the other kids were looking forward to it. But not me.

I felt dumb.

It all felt dumb.

I was 13 years old, wearing a crappy superhero costume,

one that my mom picked up from Walmart or Amazon or wherever.

I tried to get excited for Halloween like I used to.

I wished that I could.

I still loved candy, obviously.

But there was something missing.

I remembered trick-or-treating when I was younger, when I believed that ghosts

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