This Is Us
How ‘In A Dark, Dark Room’ Made Me A Creep (Thank God)
It affirmed for me that sometimes, life is scary for no good reason
There are moments in life when you wonder how you got here. You know, your classic, “This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful student loan”-type early midlife business, where you’re going about your day and some small moment snags you, pulling you out of the present and into your past, leaving you wondering how you even came to be the person you are.
For me, those moments usually come when I am involved in multiple haunted necklace auctions on eBay. Or when I have to hide my book of crime scene photos because guests are coming over. Or when, in the middle of bemoaning my financial insolvency, I remember how I once paid over $200, plus train fare, to see “The Real Annabelle the Doll” (turns out she was a Raggedy Ann shoved inside an Ikea curio cabinet).
For you see, gentle reader, I’m a ghoul.
I know that’s less taboo now than it was a decade or two ago, when my parents wanted to send me to one of those scared-straight wilderness survival…
