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Studies have shown that horror can help us with grief, anxiety, depression, and a number of other disorders. For someone experiencing a deep loss or processing trauma, it becomes less about the deaths and more about the survivor... The final person can become a personal patron saint of healing.

Last time Scout moved out, it was with a couple hundred bucks and a stolen car with no clear destination in mind. You would think any moves that happen after that would be significantly less stessful, but honestly she's not convinced. Her shitty landlord has finally hiked up the rent on the shitty one bedroom apartment to a level that Scout just can't afford even working two jobs. It sucks, and if she had time she'd be angry about it, but she doesn't. Instead she's spent the last couple of weeks frantically trying to find somewhere affordable before finally signing the lease on what's very generously being described as a studio apartment. In reality it's one room with a mattris and some kitchen appliences that don't look like they've been safety checked since the 70s, but at least it's a roof and, well-beggers can't be choosers.