The Missing Boy Who Haunted a Generation
I don’t believe in ghosts, yet I’m haunted all the same.Article continues after advertisement Not in the supernatural sense. This haunting is mental. A fixation, if you will. Glued to my imagination since I was a boy. The strange thing is, I’ve never met the subject of my haunted thoughts. We were hundreds of miles … Continue reading The Missing Boy Who Haunted a Generation
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