At age 15, I was terribly afraid of the dark. And the worst event for me was the departure of my parents, because I had to spend the night alone. Yes, many would be happy in my place, but for me it was hell and a nightmare. In the darkness, all kinds of monsters, ghosts from games and movies were constantly stirring in me, and even my fierce imagination worked against me.

Such nights I experienced by turning on the TV and arranging illumination in half the rooms. So, in the light, under the noise of the broadcasts, I fell asleep calmly.

On one such day, I grabbed as usual and woke up in the middle of the night, because I slept out of little need. The TV was turned off, and the lights too. Sleep as a hand. I hid my head under the blanket and thought the sting would come out of her, which cut everything out to get to me and will do something unnatural with me. But the unknown shit did not attack, and the bladder resembled a litre of juice.

After a few minutes, I finally calmed down and finally turned my brains on, suggesting that the lock JEC had turned off electricity again. And the time went up and a few more minutes of delay would be fatal to me.

I had two options: to go to the toilet where a monster was waiting for me, or to describe myself and then meet the monster, because in a wet bed I would not lie for a long time. Decided to die with dignity, I began to prepare for the campaign and began to encourage myself: "This is you should be afraid, this is the evil in the flesh, you will destroy them all! " And the other nonsense that still gave me spirit. Having gained courage, I cautiously got out of bed and went to the toilet. Precisely how she went... She jumped over like a horse and barely dropped the faisan product with her impulses. From fear, the process ended extremely quickly and I only had to go back under the blanket, where no cataclysms and chaotic shit would be scary to me. But my body was just paralyzed by fear and I was even afraid to take a step.

I remembered again my main motivation, “I need to be afraid”, took a deep breath and shouted at the whole house: “Yes, I’m going to hit you as soon as I get rid of monsters!” And with this belligerent cry, I was about to take a step in front of my room, as the darkness replied to me, “Have you guarded me?”

To say that I was sick, to say nothing. The mystical fear of the unknown was mixed with the fear of receiving lilies from monsters. I freezed and listened to death coming to me.

Death turned on the lights and cried out in my mom’s voice: “What did you ruin here in the middle of the night? “First you run like a horse, and now you are riding.”

And I just hugged my mom and cried out of shame and horror.

As it turned out, my parents had to come back late at night, and I couldn’t hear it because of the noise. They turned off the lights with the TV so I could sleep better and go to bed alone. And at night I woke up from thunderstorms and loud whispers.