It’s curious how one person’s nightmares may be strange and alien to others and hold no sway or fear over them. Yet a shared reality in a world of abandonment, abuse, and the restless dead terrifies them to the bone.
Different interpretations of horror I guess. I’m scared of what’s inside here (*taps forehead*) while others are scared of what’s out there.
At the end of it all, I still do what’s right and proper. No matter how archaic such manners are these days.