Come. Sit by the campfire with me.
I want to tell you a story.
A ghost story.
There may have been a few beforehand, and there were definitely hundreds after, but if I were to attempt to pinpoint the very first ghost story that rooted itself in my mind, that really burrowed under my skin like a tick and spread its bacteria-laden saliva throughout my subconscious so that I would carry its infectious narrative around with me for the rest of my life, well, then... that story would have to be none other than the terrifying tale of Tailypo...