are someone else’s mysteries enough for you to own? skin walkers just don’t stir my blood like nights in your old home. phantom lights stood silently an arm’s reach away and disappeared again. don’t need to believe because I know, as we’ve seen, ships pass by your house as they scream. or so that’s how the story’s told. don’t waste time hunting wendigo. our mystery cannot be sold to crucifix or wendigo. are someone else’s mysteries enough for you to own? skin walkers just don’t stir my blood like nights in your old home. we’ve seen enough to stand upon but choose believers’ sleep have twilights chasing cat-men become so cheap?