I wrote this a number of years ago, but I thought that it was fitting – what with Halloween coming up soon and all that.
Darkness terrifies me. In fact, I am sitting in my room writing this because I am avoiding that inevitable moment when I must turn out the light and battle the wraiths that appear in my imagination immediately afterward. It’s all I can do not to leap from the light switch to my bed in one Herculean bound. But, I remind myself, that would be stupid since I’ll probably miss, and there’s nothing there to be afraid of anyway. (but there might be….) whispers my idiotic brain. (you don’t know because you can’t see anything…) And therein lies the problem: I CAN’T see anything, and therefore the impossible becomes strangely possible.
Logic has no place in the world of fear and the imagination.
Somehow, I am less of a pansy at college, where I have a roommate, the hall light is always on, and I turn out my lamp from my bed. (This last part is important because it eliminates the necessity of the Herculean leap). At school, I am generally too worn out to worry about imaginary terrors. Or perhaps my brain has worked so hard that it accidentally shut off my imagination. I’ve also noticed that I don’t dream nearly as much at school. Whatever it is, my school closet monsters are much less of a threat than my home closet monsters.
My home closet monsters generally take the form of a character from something i’ve either recently read or recently watched. Unfortunately, I have a deep and undying love of fantasy and sci-fi, so the potential for horrible zombie invasions is huge. The night i finished the Hunger Games at 3am, I spent the rest of it battling genetically engineered wolves sent specifically by the Capitol to eat my face off. This is a true story, and i didn’t actually fall asleep until somewhere around 5:30am. Needless to say, I chose to finish the rest of the series in the daytime.
Gollum is also one of my frequent companions, no matter when the last time I watched the movies was. He is my personal incarnation of evil, and likes to stalk the hallways of my imagination. and hide in my closet. In fact, writing about him is making me scared that he’s going to materialize under my bed. Let’s talk about something else.
It’s a bit of an odd feeling to be the only person awake in your home, knowing that the rest of your family is contentedly dreaming about puppies and rainbows while you are desperately battling the Decepticons and the Nazgul. Usually that odd feeling results in worrying that i may need some sort of mental help. Then again, maybe my imagination just is more awesome than everyone else’s and simply happens to like scaring the crap out of me. Luckily, it hasn’t joined forces with my subconscious to haunt me in my dreams, because that would be truly terrifying.
However, it’s getting late, and even we late night writers have to sleep sometime, despite the imaginary perils that certainly await. Goodnight, dear readers, and keep your eyes peeled for the Borg armies. I’m sure they’re on their way to my place by now.
Resistance is futile, you WILL be assimilated.