You’re judging! I can hear your little judgey thoughts.
So, when I was little, I had more than a little fear of the dark. My family (on my mother’s side) is very superstitious, to the point where many claimed to see ghosts. You didn’t open umbrellas indoors or it would cause bad luck, and if a door opened by itself, it was a dead family member coming to visit. People had prophetic dreams, and could interpret if you wanted them to. And never sleep on your back, because the devil could ride your dreams that way.
And as a child I was one of those with prophetic dreams and seeing things that weren’t there. It could all have been my always overactive imagination, or something “otherworldly” (you can’t see it, but I’m totally wagging my fingers and going “whooooo” like a ghost).
Anyway, one house that we lived in North Carolina was haunted. Like there wasn’t enough to hate about living in NC, ugh. In the house, the TVs would cut on and off by themselves. We saw people walking in and out the house out the corner of our eyes, when the doors were closed and locked, and no one else there. I did NOT like to stay alone in the house!
And of course, being a young preteen fan of Stephen King and all horror movies, I couldn’t sleep in the dark. Who knew if something would try to come out the mirror and murder me. Or from under the bed. Or from the closet. In fact, one night I was having a very vivid dream. There was something in the corner of my room, tan trench coat, fedora pulled down low, and glowing red eyes. It didn’t move, just stood in the corner of the room, with wafting evil filling my brain. I turn the light on, and it’s still there and in fact begins to move toward me. Then I wake up and really turn the light on and its gone. That is still one of the creepiest frackin dreams I’ve ever had, and I dream in color, with soundtrack, and midget’s always like to visit.
So, anyway, around 20 or so I learned to sleep without a lamp or night-light. Yes, it took THAT LONG. All I have to do is view where everything is before I cut off the light, and then rush to the bed, with eyes tight. I don’t EVER look at the mirror, because something maybe watching me from there.
But the other night… I heard noises in my bedroom. I’m sure it was a box that I had rifled through earlier, and things were still settling in there. And maybe I was hearing my cat that likes to scratch at the door sometimes since I refuse to wake up to cat sleeping on my face. But yeah, there were noises. So like a 10-year-old the lights stayed on, and I slept with the lights on. I don’t care if I’m past 30. Judge me all you want!
The night is dark and full of terrors O_O (GoT reference)