My room was the scariest thing to me when I was younger, walking into it I wanted someone to go in first and turn on my lamp. When I got in I would creep in slowly. Look around, and dive onto my bed, because I always thought a long hand would grab my foot if I just walk in and get on it. And right when I would land I would punch the bed because I thought the girl from the exorcist was there. And then when I would wake up in the middle of the night I swear I would always see the most realistic witch come and scrape her broom on my window. I would run to the restroom and come back in with the plunger and throw it at my window. As gross as it was I would leave the plunger by my bed so if I heard a noise I would throw it towards the noise. I grew out of this when my older brother moved in with me.
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