The Living DaylightsKim Roberts
Carnival rides that revolve with sickening speed, ghost stories, vampire movies, two young boys left alone on a moonless night who turn off every light in the house, pull down the shades, tiptoe silently from room to room searching for each other, until the suspense is nearly unbearable. I’ve never wanted any of it. Real life is scary enough: power tools, cars that mysteriously stop running, cats that disappear, a man fondling his girlfriend’s breasts absently as if turning the knobs of his radio.
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