Yeah, horror movies have given me this weird thing where if I’m up late at night walking around in the dark and I pass a mirror my brain has to go “What if you looked at the mirror and saw something in it that’s not in the room” and then I’m like “stfu brain I’m about to go to sleep”. But still, what if?
I’ve never seen any horror movie and I do the exact same thing. Also when passing windows I’m scared that I will see someone looking through the window, staring at me.
Don’t worry, more often than not at night they can see in much better than you can see out. They’d have plenty of time to hide before you could really tell what you were looking at.
Yeah, I know. But my fear isn’t exactly being watched. My fear is looking out from the window when it’s dark outside and looking to the face of someone just behind the glass, looking into my eyes. Or passing around a window and registering just with my peripheral vision a face right behind that window.
I would, for example, never, ever, look behind curtain of the window when the curtain is draw and it’s dark outside.
After I watched X files back in my youth at night in the living room and I walked to my room afterwards, I often looked back to the black corridor because I had a feeling that somebody is there. It was strange. And scary.
Yeah, horror movies have given me this weird thing where if I’m up late at night walking around in the dark and I pass a mirror my brain has to go “What if you looked at the mirror and saw something in it that’s not in the room” and then I’m like “stfu brain I’m about to go to sleep”. But still, what if?
I’ve never seen any horror movie and I do the exact same thing. Also when passing windows I’m scared that I will see someone looking through the window, staring at me.
Don’t worry, more often than not at night they can see in much better than you can see out. They’d have plenty of time to hide before you could really tell what you were looking at.
Yeah, I know. But my fear isn’t exactly being watched. My fear is looking out from the window when it’s dark outside and looking to the face of someone just behind the glass, looking into my eyes. Or passing around a window and registering just with my peripheral vision a face right behind that window. I would, for example, never, ever, look behind curtain of the window when the curtain is draw and it’s dark outside.
After I watched X files back in my youth at night in the living room and I walked to my room afterwards, I often looked back to the black corridor because I had a feeling that somebody is there. It was strange. And scary.