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I grew up near the Mexican border in Texas, and this is a traditional ghost story told around campfires and at sleepovers. It is pretty disturbing, but it is meant to be so. I hadn‘t ever read a written version of it, and while there are always variations to legends that are usually told orally, this one is pretty much the one I remember. The art is appropriate to the story, morphing from quite normal to creepy and evocative.
Texreader So cool! Where‘d you grow up if you don‘t mind my asking? 5y
Krisjericho @Texreader Del Rio! I lived there from 7th through 9th grades. 5y