every night, I had a routine.

I'd turn off the left light, then turn on the three nightlights in the back, the two in the front, and the two by my bed, and then jump into bed.

i never strayed away from this routine.

never.

it might've been a sort of OCD disorder, but I had a reason.

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you see, my friend Annie would come to visit me.

she would stand at the end of my bed, her empty sockets and bony teeth smiling at me.

and I smiled back.

her wet blonde hair hung from her hair.

her blonde hair was just like mine.

she wore a beautiful dress, all soaked, but still a pretty white gown.

she liked the lights on the way I did it.

she said she did the exact thing when she was a kid.

she had the exact same nightlights too.

it made her happy.

even when my mother told me to stop talking, I would take to her.

to make her happy.

" Annie! quiet down, honey!"

ok.

but which one of me was she talking to?