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The Forehead Stealer Part 2

I saw a hand reach out through the hole I made. It grabbed my dad’s forehead and pulled. Hard.
It ripped his forehead clean off.

The last thing I remember about the dream is my dad sitting up in the hospital bed. Screaming. Bandages on his face. I was a pretty messed up five year old.

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