This book is messing me up bad. How bad? SO bad.
The thing about a psychological thriller is that you do not know why it scares you, but it does for some reason anyway. Parts of it are laughable in this book; like the parts in which Johnny talks about sex and other stuff I am too polite to mention here (this blog is for all audiences right...?). Then come the scary parts that should not be scary at all, but they are! I am over two-hundred pages into this book; very close to three-hundred. My mental state seems to be getting a little bit worse with each progression through the book. I have not left the couch except to use the bathroom (showers and stuff) and go to school since I started it yesterday.
I have the feeling that tonight I will be taking my dad's spot in my parent's bed tonight since he is working third shift. This is what happened with Blair Witch and The Raven too. I have not gotten to the point that I am sleeping with a Louisville Slugger next to me, but it is too soon to make a judgement on that.
Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as my sanity is about to go down the toilet.
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