“Mama always told me that secrets come out after sundown. She said that when the darkness of night crept into the corners of my room oily shadows would unfurl themselves from under my bed, while the crows sleeping in the tree outside my window would flutter to the pane’s sharp edge to tap at the cracks in the casement, and the monster in my closet would sigh, opening its eyes before it scratched at the closet door. I’d only have to be quiet and listen.” GriefMonstersStorytellingGrief And LossGhostsGhosts Of The Past Book:Pocket Full of Teeth Source: Pocket Full of Teeth