Pure Greatness.

Here’s a game I play to scare myself:

I call it the creature feature of the shower. Right before I slide the shower door open, I imagine something to be waiting for me outside. A number of times I imagine a dead girl, hair to her knees in Japanese horror fashion, skin peeled away in a great number of places including her eyelids, and her eyes themselves are red and they’re looking straight at me. Other times I imagine a headless baby or a young boy with blue skin and a serpentine tongue.

Today, it was a red demon wearing a luchador mask. It actually took me longer to open the shower door this time.

(Another variation of the game: right after washing my face, before looking into the mirror.)

Sigh, what is wrong with me!?!