So I just got back from the psychologist and we talked about horror movies and fear...
She asked me if I have ever felt fear, I have, when my dad lived in this city, his mother died in the house he lived in...and guess what?! They gave me the room where she died... And every time that I went there I had to sleep there. At night I used to hear scratching in the closet and if the room's door was slightly opened, I'd see some strange figures, also I couldn't get near the mirror in the room, also I felt things that crawled up my spine as if my grandmother wanted me to get away from there. So yeah... That was one of the motives of because I didn't want to go there.
And now, always that I'm alone in my house, I see human shadows right in the corner of my eye.
Now I don't have fear of those things, but back in the day I did.
I am drawn to scary stuff, like movies, games, books, etc... So yeah, I'm not afraid anymore.
Book: Joyland by Stephen King
Movie: The Conjuring
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Broken But Not Broken (COMPLETE)
Non-FictionOk, so everything that you read actually happened, so if you want to keep reading its your choice, WARNING: Sometimes I feel that my depression doesn't make sense, please, if you relate to this story, or you start feeling worse STOP READING! UPDA...
