Human Parts
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Human Parts

True Ghost Story

The end of life as a universal horror show

Photo: George Mdivanian / EyeEm via Getty Images

One night when I was in high school, maybe even middle school, I was working in the study when my mother came in and asked me whether I’d been playing the piano. Only the two of us were home; my father and sister were both out. I did often play the piano in the “music room” (really just a hallway) adjacent to the study, or listen to classical music while I

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Timothy Kreider

Timothy Kreider

Tim Kreider is the author of two essay collections, and a frequent contributor to Medium and The New York Times. He lives in NYC and the Chesapeake Bay area.

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