User:Reislinn

''"Find out what you're afraid of and go live there." - Chuck Palahniuk''

What is a man in this world? Mankind? Humanity? Sanity? Or simply being ''normal? ''Is there such thing as being normal? Think whatever you will, but there is no such thing. Nobody is normal. This world created us, and if the world isn't normal, how can we, its children, be normal?

This world, our home, this sphere of being - it's not something to mess with. Our ancestors managed to tame the nature, create various tools that kept us safe and make sure that mankind survives. But as much as we tried to separate ourselves from the 'wilderness' beyond the concrete, steel and electricity, we're still haunted by something out of this world. Fear.

Fear.

Brain process? Mechanism, that kept our ancestors alive? Or something else?

Could it be the feeling of truth? Admitting that there is something beyond this world? Something unnatural, scary, dangerous... creepy? Something, that has bothered minds of men ever since we crawled out od the caves? Could ancient priests be somhow right in their rituals? Could they know that they somehow can prevent demons from entering this world and souls of men? Could shamans really talk to the beings from the other side? Are the stories of our grandmothers about ghosts, boogeymen and spirits true? Do children somehow sence presence of these... things.

They can. I belive it, some of my friends belive it. And we are prepader for them. We no longer take them as stories. They're here. Somewhere among as. Connected to our common history. And they're still more real, than scientists and other eggheads want to admit. We know it. And we don't fear them.

Stories are here to warn us. They're here to tell the children, that this world is dangerous, full of unexplainable things. To tell them, that this feeling that something in fact ''is under their bed. Or in their closet.''

''Behind that door ... or... even behind your door. Door right next to you. The one you're always closing when the night falls. The one you hear crawling and scratching behind everytime, when it gets dark. And even though you keep telling yourself, that it's nothing... deep down... you know, that the thing you heard, read or experienced... are real...''

They're here...