I remember the apartment I lived in when I was 3. It had 3 rooms and a bathroom. Every single night I lived there I had the same dream: I'd be standing in the bedroom listening to a skull in the ceiling give me a mission, and then I'd turn around and enter the kitchen, which would be littered with skeletons and broken bones and skulls clacking their teeth and reaching out with bony fingers to get me.
Probably says a lot about me.
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