3.5 stars rounded up to 4. 
 6 short pages, and you can read it online here. 
 Wendy Darling indirectly recommended it to little k karen who didn't recommend it to me at all, but gave a general recommendation in her review, and so I backtracked, and read it myself, and here I am giving a general recommendation to everyone. 
 "I recommend therapy." 
 Ah, shut up. 
 This is just a well written little spooky tale about twin 9 year old boys and a bit of nyctophobia. Since the other reviewers linked above do a better job than I can hope, I'll just leave the rest of it alone and suggest you check theirs as well as the story itself. 
 And though my review of the story itself is now pretty much done, that doesn't mean I'm finished running my mouth. There are a couple of girls in here who are supposed to be meanies (though we don't really see much of that) that reminded me of a couple of meanies I knew in 7th grade. I won't give their real names here, but my friends gave them the alliterative and near-rhyme aliases of Super Whore and Cummy Sluvver. I thought these were amusing names though I didn't really know what they meant because I was always 2 or 3 steps behind all of my friends with everything. Being hearing impaired (something the girls used to pick on me about) and a dork (another thing they teased)... 
 "That was 25 years ago, and you're still thinking about it. Are you sure you don't want my help? You sure need it." 
 No, go away! Anyway, I thought my friends were saying Super Horror and I mentioned it to my mother. She heard "whore," which is what it really was in the first place though I was trying to say "horror" because not only could I not hear for shit, I was also a mushmouth, and she told me that wasn't a very nice name for someone. I didn't understand this visceral reaction, and eventually got her to understand that the word was "horror," though she was actually right and I was wrong when she wasn't even in on the original conversation. It's amazing how mixed up I was able to get things. I didn't know the word "whore" back then, and wasn't all that sure what cummy sluvver meant, but it sounded dirty and I declined to share that nickname with mama. I was too embarrassed to display my ignorance to my friends and actually ask them to explain these fun new terms, and so I remained the most naive 12 year old boy ever. I'm happy to report that I found out what whore meant a few years after I graduated from college, and I must agree with mama that it wasn't a very nice thing to call someone (though not entirely inaccurate in this case if later rumors in high school were to be believed, and they probably shouldn't be since that place was gossip central, and only 2% of it was ever correct). As for cummy sluvver, I guess I better look it up. Good thing I have the internet right here. Let's see... 
 Oh my... 
 That's what happens if you?... 
 Well that's just nasty!... 
 "You need help, I tell ya!" 
 No I don't, leave me alone! 
 The good news is that there is no cummy sluvver or whores, super or otherwise, in this story; just a couple of background character girls the main characters didn't care for too much. Check it out if you like things that are just a tad creepy and tragic.