So as a kid from about six years old, I hated my parents garage. Why? Because of how nightmarish it looked when the lights were out and the sun had gone down. It didn’t help that the heater was just outside and made loud DDVUUUN noises whenever that would nearly give me heart attacks. I also knew there were tons of spiders hiding in the corners. My imagination was also super terrifying and I believed that as soon as the lights were out, the spiders would come out of their hiding places and attack me like the demons they were.
So whenever my parents wanted me to get something from the garage, I’d turn on all the lights, LITERALLY BRING A FLASHLIGHT, and then proceed to act like a paranoid dork by grabbing whatever was needed, turn the flashlight on, and run back inside as the lights went out.
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