When I was little, I was plagued by nightmares. Even after waking, I spent a lot of nights rigid with terror, convinced something evil was in my bedroom.
Back then I also used to wonder, as an adoptee, if one night my birth parents would show up and take me back.
Those factors clearly swirled together in a witch's brew that became "The Night Parents." A creepy story about an alternate set of parents that appear in a fifth grader's room every night, it went in a direction I didn't expect - mutating from a ghost story into something more disturbing.
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