Growing up in a cramped wartime house in Minnedosa, Manitoba, meant bedtime rarely felt safe. Phantom soldiers in contour hats slid across the curtains, a gray decapitated head appeared on the old TV, and a wind-tunnel roar echoed through a single bedroom no one else could hear. Doors unlatched, laughter thundered overhead, and paper-thin frogs materialized on the rug—while a see-through child hefted a ghostly brick. Then came the night a white-hot UFO hovered above the swing set.

 

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