TAORMINA, SICILY
It was a dark and stormy night. I went to my bed craving the sleep that seemed to elude me every night since the start of the visitations. As I crawled into bed by the light of the ghostly moon, I said a brief prayer asking that I be spared a visit tonight.
As I dozed off to sleep, I heard the ghastly sound of the door opening and then the creek of the floor boards as my visitors slipped into the room. I closed my eyes tight like a child willing them to go away. Suddenly a cold hand reached out and touched my shoulder. It was followed by a plaintiff voice that said, “Mommy we’re scared. Can we sleep with you again tonight”.
“It was a dark and stormy night” is an often-mocked and parodied phrase written by English novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton in the opening…
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