“He was looming over the bed, just watching me. It was creepy as hell. Maybe it was sleep paralysis, because I was terrified. You know how it sets off your brain to be scared even if you don’t hallucinate? Otherwise you’re right—Swoomie shouldn’t have been scary.” I didn’t believe that last part, but she’d given me an out to change my mind about being scared of a puppet we’d both loved as kids. I felt obligated to take it. “I never woke up, is the weirdest thing. Swoomie left, I heard you go to the bathroom, and then I was still sitting there.”
Wtf
