When I was younger, my favorite cousin had a sleepover with a couple girls from her soccer team. At this sleepover, they decided it would be fun to tell scary stories around the circle. We all got excited, and I curled up in my favorite bob the builder sleeping bag and sat up to listen. They all told stories different stories, and somehow, many years later, I remember every stort they told. Everyone of the stories stuck with me until now, and even now (As a 15 year old girl who watches horror films on a nightly basis) I think of them and feel chills go down my spine. There was one story about a babysitter who saw a clown statue in the parents bedroom that wasn’t a statue at all, another one about a woman driving home and was saved from getting stabbed by a murderer in the backseat of her car by a man behind her flashing his head lights. One about a girl going to the bathroom and turning around on the toilet to see a clown behind her. You’ve probably heard all of those stories before, each with a different way of telling it, as have I, but there is one story I have not been able to find anywhere else. The one story that is the reason of most of my fears. Here it is, in my own words:
  There was once a man who loved feet. I guess you could say he had an intense foot fetish. And he loved to paint toe nails. This man loved feet so much, that he would sneak into peoples houses at night and chop off their feet for his collection, and so he could go home and paint the nails. The man felt bad about what he did though, about his sick fetish, and so he decided on some rules
He could not take the feet if;
A. The person didn’t have their feet under their blanket.
B. The person was wearing socks.
Or C. The person had painted toe nails.
Still to this day, I have my toe nails painted, always. And when I don’t have them painted, I wear socks to bed. And it wasn’t until recently that I could sleep with my feet out of the blankets.
I also somehow connected this to other aspects of horror. I still can’t watch horror movies without socks or my feet covered.
And this is how I live my life.

spatialheather:

committhistoyourmemories:

Teen Titans Terra: couldn’t control her rock powers.

Final Fantasy VI Terra: couldn’t control her magic powers.

Kingdom Hearts Terra: couldn’t control his darkness.

so you’re saying its a terrable idea

The last comment is the whole reason I reblogged this! Lol