BlanketsI'm the type of person that sleeps under the blankets at night. I mean, yeah, it looks and sounds ridiculous but it's true. I sleep under them every night, no matter where I am; hotels, friend's house, home, anywhere. I've done it ever since I was little, I guess you can call it a habit.
Now you may wonder why I do that, it's childish. Well, it keeps me safe.
You know how you lay in bed at night as a kid, unable to fall asleep, and you hear a sound in your room, right? You hide under your blanket for a few moments and peek out, but you can't see because it's pitch black. Well, it's our imagination right? I think we're wrong.
Whenever we hear something in our room, it's supposed to be our imagination. That's what they want us to think. Fear is in the mind and in our world. When I lay under my blankets, I stay there. I guess you can just say I'm scared of the dark, but that's not true.
Slenderman, Jeff The Killer, Smile Dog, and others hide in the darkness of your room and mind. If you t
Silent HillI'm sure most of us know of Silent Hill. Creepy town filled with.. monsters of some sort. Filled with dogs, bugs, humanoid figures. Filled with nightmares and sorrow. Yep, that's Silent Hill.
Silent Hill is like Hell, it is Hell. Dogs turn into.. Hell hounds, I guess. I don't know what to call them, I just call them dogs. People that wander there could turn into those patients, or the small.. things with the knives, maybe even a nurse. I guess that's what happened, I don't know. Just a theory. But.. what if it was true?
I once had a dog, named Sparky. He was my most favorite dog, a German Shepherd puppy, I would die if I lost him. One day he ran outside (he was still a puppy so he wasn't exactly trained) and he ran along the street of the neighborhood. The dog loving teenager I was, I chased after him. I chased after my favorite dog on Earth. I ran after him, he had ran out of the town and along a street, but I soon stopped following him because he had went through a road that was bein