Horror Stories

I dare you to sit still

I dare you to sit still,

I dare you to focus.

I dare you to muffle your mind's menial musings

I dare you to think of nothing.

I dare you to sit still,

I dare you to notice.

I dare you to send your stare straight and steady

I dare you to keep them open.

I dare you to sit still,

I dare you to hearken.

I dare you to press your perception to periphery

I dare you to pay attention.

Are you getting to a strange place? It is such a strange thing, the brain.

Did you know that the brain, when utterly deprived of sense inputs, for instance, if held in a completely closed off cell, will start to see, hear, and feel things that aren't there? Maybe a loved one who has died, the voices of strangers, a daydream about a career. Maybe just the strangest of stories or the most uncanny colors.

Or how about the fact that the brain can't really remember things? The structures in the brain work by associating concepts and experiences - there is no special place in the brain that makes a thought a "real" memory, just a thought that is stored. By hijacking the need for social coherence, for instance, or phrasing things in a certain way, you can get someone to "remember" things that haven't happened.

It is such a mystery, the mind.

This one has been banging on the doors and walls and yapping non-stop about a bunch of stories it's read for a few days now, so I figure, why not?

I dare you to sit still.