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That story always made me afraid to look down the road at night.
However, you know what story really got to me? It was that damn story about the head falling down the chimney. I used to be a total insomniac when I was young, so I would go downstairs to our living room to watch tv. We had this huge stone fireplace, plus our neighborhood wasn't totally devoloped, thus woods. I could just imagine hearing that singing getting closer and closer and hearing that head dropping down my chimney. Ah...it used to creep me out.
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