Fear of the unknown

All alone in the dark. It's your worst nightmare since you were a child. The worst part is you have nothing with you, except for your clothes, of course. Whatever the roaring thing is, it lies ahead of you ~ or is it in back of you? ~ is probably getting much closer. It's probably used to the dark, and can sense you perfectly. It may even use your fears to hone in on. Maybe even the scent of your sex? Whatever it is that attracts it to you, you know you can't stop it. But if you move, you may be heading straight for it, no matter which direction you take. If you don't move, it'll probably find you any way. You decide to sit down and sulk. It seems the most logical thing to do. If your life's going to end, you may as well sulk about it now, and get it over with. So you sit down. And you wait. And sulk. And wait. And sulk. But nothing happens.

Now it occurs to you, maybe what you heard was just something you imagined. Maybe this whole lost in the dark thing is something you imagined. Those tentacles, which felt like they were trying to anally **** you through your jeans, certainly ended up not being real. Now you sigh, and sulk, and wait. Still nothing happens. No roars, no arms or claws that reach out to grab you out of nowhere, nothing.

All of a sudden, you hear something. It sounds like the news cast that was on when you were ~ or weren't ~ **** by all those tentacles. Then you see a light. It appears to be a flashing light, you think. The sound grows closer, as does the flashing light. It would be just your luck to be attacked by crazed, demonic newsmen, you think to yourself. Then, you see it. It's the large screen TV from Amy's place, and it's floating right at you! You watch as it spins over your head .... "And now for Jeanette O'Donnel and the weather" you hear it say. Then you hear Amy's voice... "Deirdra, you moron, follow the TV set!" Not knowing, or caring whether this is real or not, you get up and follow the floating TV set.