As a child, I hated sleeping in the bunk bed I shared with my brother.

Every night I was kept awake by the kicking that came from under my mattress,

while my brother was peacefully asleep above me.

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Hi, I'm Blair Bathory, and this is the Something Scary podcast. Thank you so much for being here,

whether this is your first time or you're one of the brave souls who join us every week.

Sometimes the things we fear most don't come from shadows or monsters,

but from the quiet moments when consciousness slips away and we're asleep,

when a familiar face hides something cruel,

or a restless night brings more than sleep.

Beware what you invite in and remember, some doors are

better left closed. Some memories never meant to be remembered. First, possession, betrayal,

no escape, followed by a smile in the dark. Finally, in our last story, she brought it back.

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