This is fucking terrifying.

All the stars.

Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!

I know right? That’s what gripped me the most!

Fuckkk!!! The TERROR!!! I know this so well. Years ago we lived in a non-descript 2/2/1 in a mild little neighborhood, with nothing really going on. My son, who was maybe two at the time, started to have night terrors almost as soon as we’d moved in. We would wake to his terrified shrieks almost nightly and each…

Holy shhhhiiiittttt.... I sleep with an asp baton under my pillow, cause fuckkkk that.

My son used to stand in my bedroom door, swaying slightly, eyes mostly closed, until the sound of his weight shifting from one foot to the other would wake me and there he’d be... oblivious to everything. He wouldn’t respond at all if I called out to him and would eventually just go back to bed. No, I never stood up…