As a paranoiac, I'm surprised that tonight was the first time I mistook a stack of pillows in the darkness for an axe murderer. Reflections also scare me at night, as I refuse to even glance at the mirror in my room after 9 p.m. And I have yet to face my fear of locking myself in a dark bathroom and asking for Bloody Mary to show me her baby (
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