The Nightly Ritual

Redditors, what is the creepiest routine you had to survive as a child?

I will go first. Every night at exactly nine PM, my parents changed.

Their eyes would go completely pitch black. They would start sharpening heavy kitchen

knives, humming a melody that sounded like a muffled scream. I had a

secret spot under a loose floorboard in my closet. I would crawl inside.

They would enter my room, dragging their feet, calling my name in a deep,

distorted voice. We know you are in here, little morsel. We can smell

your fear under the wood. One night, the footsteps stopped right above my