At the ruins of an asylum, fear and excitement in a horror story

In the night of the winter solstice, the longest one in the year, we gathered before the fireplace and started telling stories, horror stories. Each one of us would mention something that they had heard about, that had happened to a friend of a friend, that had afflicted a distant relative. Not him, though. When […]

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