Originally Posted by
chanchapa
I'm in my house, more or less, and there's this large grandfather clock, and every hour some sort of monster comes out of a Santa-like sack. I have exactly one hour to try to get out, or away some how from the monster. These monsters would either just stand there menacingly while I cowered in some corner, or under my sheets terrified, or talk about doing very horrible graphic things. Either way I'm pretty much scared shitless the whole hour. This was before I was ever able to I suppose switch out of my dreams, so I often contemplated about just getting up, and letting whatever pretty much kill me. Go my self-preservation! :happy: