When I was 6,6,6 years old I saw my first Goosebumps episode on Nickelodeon, and that stupid T.V. show made me so scared of werewolves that I was afraid to walk into the dark for months on end. I suppose nothing much has changed since then, except for now these monsters are personified within, and I go to sleep with them. And cuddle with them. And pretend that I'm 7,7, seven years old, once the fear had finally gone away, until I saw my father's ghost inside my childhood home's window panes, and some silent, shadowed matter followed me around the halls of my house when I was eight, so I've held onto the belief that there's something dark lurking around my family to this day. I've used up all 999 lives so by the 10th time I die I'll be right by your side, and we'll both agree that we tried to land on out feet!