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?