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myOtaku.com: Keiko Inchihara
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
And down those dark stairs, at night when it seems as though the staircase is alive and moving. Steps are heard going up and down, the only problem is that they weren't footsteps, but more like the stumps of legs after having its feet severed off. But nothing was ever there, you could only hear it when you closed your bedroom door with you on the other side... where you think you're safe.
I used to have trouble sleeping after a ghost story as a kid hahahahaha.
Why do people love horror stories? Man has a morbid fascination with death... almost in the sense that they're in awe when they see someone splatter their brains out on the sidewalk...
"I am mortified, petrified yet it makes me stare."
Brushing yourself with death itself is some sort of gratification.
It reminds us of our limits and "what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger" So yeah... watching something that scares the shit out of us... it makes us feel alive!
*watches horror movie*
"I'm glad I'm alive, I'm glad that mad ghost doctor didn't carve my face out and instead it's safe and sound right under my covers, along with the rest of my body... tightly sealed under my blanket, safe... alive... safe, yesssssssss...."
*sits under the covers, rocks back and forth*
KI
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