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  • One time my grandma was staying over and she got to stay in my room, so I was sleeping in Matt's room, in the bunk bed. We didn't used to have our own rooms. When my dad left, his den was turned into Matt's bedroom.

    I was very scared. I was thinking about "The Hand": a cold killer hand, heartless, crawling along the ground and strangling people to death. Could it get to the top bunk? Of course it could!

    "Matthew..." Silence. "Matthew...." "What?"

    I was too scared to say anything else.

    "You know what, Amy? Sometimes I make circles under my pillow and I name each one with a color and a name. All different sizes and whatever color I can picture."

    Bonnie Blue. Gunther Green. Johnny Yellow. Panther Purple. Steven Grey. Reddish Dan. Light Blue Whitish Lisa. Rainbow Matthew.

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