I went to a party, and my friends decided that because I'm bad at shooter games and really jumpy and skittish, they were gonna make me play Left 4 Dead.

OH GOD ANVJKDNFJKVNDFJKVKA I WAS TERRIFIED but apparently they got a kick out of watching me scream and then telling me YOU'RE ATTRACTING THE HORDE STOP SCREAMING and I was too freaked out to realize that me screaming in real life wasn't affecting the game until like, the 5th level.

Jesus, and then I was just tooling along on the railroad tracks, and my one friend goes WAIT I SAW SOMETHING, GO BACK so I listen to him and go back a few steps, hop down and look at the thing on the floor.

......

FUCK IT'S THE FUCKING WITCH NJVFDNVKFSNJKDAMCKDDSVFDS I STARTLED HER AND IT'S ALL HIS FAULT NVJNKFDS

And if this whole experience didn't terrify me enough, when my friend dropped me off at home (at 1:30am, mind you) I go into my garage, and into my basement, and go to open the door that leads to my kitchen and IT'S LOCKED.

I AM LOCKED IN MY DARK CREEPY BASEMENT AT 1:30AM AFTER PLAYING THAT FUCKING GAME AND IT TOOK MY MY MOM LIKE 10 MINUTES TO PICK UP THE PHONE AND COME LET ME INSIDE

WHAT IF THE WITCH WAS IN MY BASEMENT GUYS

I'M IN MY BEDROOM NOW AND I'M AFRAID TO TURN OFF THE LIGHT I'M SUCH A PUSSY

SOMEONE HOLD ME

On the other hand, we also watched Reefer Madness, which is a fucking hilarious movie.
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