Fear of the Dark: A Hilarious Struggle

Bro listen—why was I convinced the DARK was literally alive?? Like the moment

I turned the lights off I swear I heard ancient demon footsteps doing parkour behind me.

I’d hit the switch and suddenly I’m Usain Bolt sprinting to my bed like my LIFE depended on

it. And the worst part—if even one small shadow moved, I’d be like “yup

that’s it, goodbye world, this is how I go, eaten by invisible darkness juice.”

And don’t even start about sleeping without the blanket. The blanket was my anti-monster

FORCEFIELD. Like “oh no, demon can’t get me because I’m covered by 2 millimeters

of cloth, try again Satan.” But the SECOND my foot accidentally slipped outside