Hi my name is Cat, I am 26 and I am still afraid of the dark.
"Hi Cat"
In all seriousness, or ridiculousness, I am afraid that monsters will come eat me at night.
Not in a schitzo "I talk to dead people" way, more in a "I revert to the age of five at night" way.
When I am home alone and have to go from the kitchen to my bedroom, I turn on the light in my room...then go back to the kitchen...turn off the kitchen light and SPRINT to my room.
Whew, safe from the evil monsters that wanted to eat my face on my way to my room.
But I'm not free and clear yet.
From there I turn on the TV so there is a light source, then I turn off the bedroom light and do this acrobatic leap (aka belly-flop) onto my bed and pull the comforter up to my neck.
Phew! The monster under my bed didn't grab my ankles and pull me into his torturous cave that exists in the black hole between my mattress and the floor.
I KNOW I'm not the only one who has this flavor of crazy in her life, be honest, you all do it.
Why is it we feel so vulnerable in the dark?
I don't even watch horror movies and yet I am still convinced that there is something terrible lurking in my home waiting to make me into corned beef hash.
And while we're on the topic, does anyone else think their comforter/blanket is some sort of protective shroud that will fend off all evil? Even in 90 degree summer weather I pull it up to my neck because, goddess forbid, if I have just a sheet on, I am not protected from the Underbed Demon.
Feel free to share your crazy in the comment section.
"Hi Cat"
In all seriousness, or ridiculousness, I am afraid that monsters will come eat me at night.
Not in a schitzo "I talk to dead people" way, more in a "I revert to the age of five at night" way.
When I am home alone and have to go from the kitchen to my bedroom, I turn on the light in my room...then go back to the kitchen...turn off the kitchen light and SPRINT to my room.
Whew, safe from the evil monsters that wanted to eat my face on my way to my room.
But I'm not free and clear yet.
From there I turn on the TV so there is a light source, then I turn off the bedroom light and do this acrobatic leap (aka belly-flop) onto my bed and pull the comforter up to my neck.
Phew! The monster under my bed didn't grab my ankles and pull me into his torturous cave that exists in the black hole between my mattress and the floor.
I KNOW I'm not the only one who has this flavor of crazy in her life, be honest, you all do it.
Why is it we feel so vulnerable in the dark?
I don't even watch horror movies and yet I am still convinced that there is something terrible lurking in my home waiting to make me into corned beef hash.
And while we're on the topic, does anyone else think their comforter/blanket is some sort of protective shroud that will fend off all evil? Even in 90 degree summer weather I pull it up to my neck because, goddess forbid, if I have just a sheet on, I am not protected from the Underbed Demon.
Feel free to share your crazy in the comment section.
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