Who are you talking to right now? Who is it that you think you see? Do you know how much I get terrified in a year? I mean, even if I tell you, you wouldn’t believe it. Do you know what happens if I suddenly decide to stop watching scary shit? A part of my brain dedicated to being scared big enough it could be listed as a tumor goes belly-up. Gone. It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don’t know who you’re talking to so let me clue you in. I am not scary, Logan. I am the scared. A guy jumps-scares someone and feels scary, and you think that of me? No. I am the one who’s scared.

If I want to I can scare the absolute shit out of my siblings by giving them a creepy smile with a widened eye and then unnervingly chase them in the most inhuman looking way possible, I enjoy every bit of it.