Goeun Park: Childhood fears grow to adult size
In elementary school, my friends and I whispered to each other the most fantastic horror stories in the middle of the night.
We’d gather around a flashlight and squeal about headless woodland animals, vengeful ghost-children and spiteful souls — the usual supernatural terrors.
We were a paranoid bunch.
At least, I was. I was a screamer, a crier. I was hysteria contained in four feet. I jumped at my own shadow and twisted simple coincidences into bad omens.
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