Which Of Your Irrational Fears Is Coming True Right Now?
"That's impossible," they said. "The ocean is beautiful," they said. They were wrong. It's down there, right now, patiently waiting. How did it get there? Doesn't matter. When you get out of bed, it's going to grab your ankle with its huge claws and touch you with all of its spindly legs.
They've always made you feel uneasy. They never look AT you, they look THROUGH you. Those delicate little fins, those flaring gills, WHAT ARE THEY HIDING? It's true. Every time they look at you, their big fishy mouths turned downward in an eternal scream, they're hearing every thought in your head. Every. Goddamn. Thought. That's why the never blink. They're too horrified.
You swore you saw it move out of the corner of your eye more than once. "No, honey," Grandma said. "That's just my old antique doll." Grandma lied. Those lifeless eyes are actually following you, seeing everything. And yes, it comes to life the second you close your eyes.
The toilet's empty before you sit down (you always look), but little do you know, the snake is already slithering through the pipes. It's unknowingly timed this perfectly. The second you've gotten comfortable, forgotten to take a peek down and check, it silently slithers into the toilet bowl, ready to bite you in the...you know.
Why do you feel like somebody's watching you? Because they are. "The Truman Show" was all just one big attempt to throw you off the scent. Your webcam is currently recording. Your best friend is a paid actor. All of your private moments are being watched — even this one. Right now.
"That's crazy!" they said. "Stop being paranoid!" they said. Then they wandered out of the shallow end of the local public pool and were never seen again. The sharks have found a way. They've been plotting for years, scheming behind those black, lifeless eyes. No body of water is safe — next up, puddles.
For some reason you can't explain, it feels safer with the light's on at night. The real reason why: it is. Ghosts can't get you when the light is on, but the second you turn that light off, they're standing over you. They're running their cold fingers along that one foot peeking out from under the covers. They're waiting right now.
Don't. Turn. Around. That jerk is right behind you with a tightly blown balloon and a safety pin, just waiting to pop it. Just waiting to pop it right next to your left ear. JUST. WAITING.
He wasn't there when you decided to close your shower curtain before you went to bed. But he got in, and he's there right now. His makeup is smudged, his laugh is high and shrill, and he's waiting. He's waiting for you.