Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24526472-20140422223936/@comment-24890120-20140503210802

ThatGirlWithACat wrote: I actually have a very unique fear: A fear of turned of TVs at night. But I actually have a reason why.

When I was 5, I was EXTREMELY scared of the THX opening theme. Whenever my dad popped in a movie, I would always check the back of the DVD box and make sure the THX logo wasn't there. If it was, I would hide behind my dad's leather recliner and plug my ears hoping "It" doesn't see me, until my poor dad told me the coast was clear. But even in my sweet world of slumber, its menacing growl still haunted me. Even though I had several amazing psychic abilities such as being able to lucid dream and even see a few seconds into the future (Even though it happens uncontrollably), my poor mind would still be tortured by that dimly lit screen shining on that menacing silver logo that looked sharp enough to cut you, followed by that menacing growl. I would have nightmares about just doing ordinary 5 year old stuff and all would be normal... until I walk by a TV. It suddenly turns on and sucks me in, that horrifying roar enveloping me, only to add further torment. And then I would fall into darkness, all the way down into the waking world. Nobody would see, even if they did, they wouldn't do anything until the last moment.

But it would be too late.

These nightmares followed me until I was 11, when I suddenly befriended the monster. It seemed to enjoy my company, and seemed relieved that I wanted to be its companion; like it was only trying to get my attention. I now use it as a plan of evacuation, to get out of a nightmarish or neverending dream. I just yell out "THX" and then a TV will pop up in front of me. I willingly jump in and let it take me back. Sometimes, it even lightens up the trip for me, like giving my a short but sweet tunnel to go through before I decend into my waking world, filled with creepy but appealing things to me. I think Jeff The Killer even stopped by for a visit in one dream. But even if I have befriended the monster that is the THX, I will never forget the trauma it gave me when I was younger.

Some scars never heal.

That would probably make a damn good creepy-pasta.