Last night, a friend recently reintroduced me to a website that is filled with horrific stories--not really good if you're alone in the dark at nighttime. Being up scared with your buddies on Skype doesn't help because they're not going to guide you upstairs and protect you from monsters once you've had enough of the frightening tales. Nonetheless, my attempt to be a total boss proved itself fruitless. I tried to be tough, but once I was off of Skype, I was calling for my husband to come downstairs and get me because I was too scared to turn off the lights alone. Pitiful.
Before:
We read everything from "An Egg" to "Dead Bart" and "Snuff Films". I added a side of "The Rasper Book" to the collection, which I still cannot decide is legit or fake*. Feeling brave, I decided to keep reading on and look up things related to an online flash game, "The House"--trust me it's scary. I almost pooped my pants playing that game.
* these are really not for the faint of heart.
After all was said and done, it was time for me to go to bed. I looked around the room for any sign of life. The stories I had read left mental images and my eyes decided to trick me into thinking that I saw shadows running around the house. There I was, glancing around with wide eyes like some sort of schizophrenic crazy lady, convinced that standing behind me is a hatchet-wielding psychopath ready to split open the back of my head like a piñata at a 5-year-old's birthday party
Of course, there was nothing there to begin with and I'm just a gullible coward with an overactive imagination.
