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Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

 I was trying to fall asleep one night when I was ultra paranoid and this story popped into my head. It's loosely based on the legend of La Llorona. If you don't like it, then whatever.

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Another story! Yay!

Santa Barbara, 1984

Waves crashed against the shore, scattering small shells upon the sparkling sand. Shawn flopped down on the wet ground and watched the water shimmer under the moonlight. It was incredibly quiet out. At least, it was until his father walked up behind him. “Shawn! What do you think you’re doing?”

The boy put on a frown and turned to the cop. “ I was taking a walk.”

“By yourself?”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

Henry sighed and sat down next to his son. “Shawn, there are a lot of crazy people out there who have no problem hurting children.”

Shawn’s frown grew more pronounced. “I’ve heard this speech before, Dad.”

His father sighed once more and ruffled his son’s hair. “Next time you get the urge to take a nighttime walk, come get your Mom or me. That way, you’ll at least be safe.”

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