Excerpt from Steven King's, Joyland.
Middle Aged (35-54)
Canadian, North American, US General American (GenAm), US West Coast (California, Portland)
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and suppose. Just suppose a young girl's hand reached out in that darkness and took mine the way Aaron had taken my hand that last night on the beach, the light stayed on, no bloody shirt and gloves appeared beside the track, glowing spectral e. And when I came to what I felt sure was the right spot just before the entrance to the torture chamber, there was no ghost girl holding her hands out to me. Yet something was there. I knew it then, and I know it now. The air was colder, not cold enough to see my breath, but yes, definitely colder. My arms and legs and groin, all pickled with goose flesh and the hair at the nape of my neck stiffened. Let me see you, I whispered, feeling foolish and terrified, wanting it to happen, hoping it wouldn't. There was a sound, a long, slow sigh, not a human sigh. Not in the least. It was as if someone had opened an invisible steam valve. Then it was gone. There was no more. Not that day
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