When I was a kid, ghosts would sometimes try to jump in my neck. The sensation was uncanny, specific, and terrifying. I would struggle—a full-on wrestling match—and either keep them out, or not. Often, it would happen near morning when I was not quite awake. It was much easier to tell myself it hadn’t happened than to countenance the possibility that i…
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