Before the "some of these must be fake" comments arrive, I read about ten thousand stories for this video and these are literally the most credible ones...
HELLO thank you I am now comfortably aware of the FNAF source material of our budding psychopath's book at the end there, to save you the time of letting me know again. I KNEW I RECOGNIZED ALL THAT FROM SOMEWHERE 💀
if you post "today is the day i'm going to die" on youtube, as a comment, it will at some point come true. If you say Today i'm going to die every day, It will come true 🤔 It's one way to always be right until you die exactly at midnight before you can say it.
A man of his word, he did in fact, come to see that corpse. He got what he wanted and left when he said his emotional goodbyes to it. His goodbyes were nothing more than a solid "Damn you stink" and then walking away like it was the most human response imaginable. This child is a legend who has the toughness and emotions of a titanium plate, bordered with crush diamonds. This child will soon grow to be the strongest man in the world.
Not exactly creepy, but eerie, I'm told: I'm autistic and as a child I had a startlingly apt vocabulary and very direct manner of speaking. Once when I was 5 or so I was looking for bugs in the dirt and getting my clothes all dirty and my grandmother bitterly said, "Aw, what a charming little girl you are," dreading having to clean me up I guess, and I looked her dead in the face and offendedly said, "That's sarcasm, Kristine!" It's one of my favorite stories I've heard about myself.
Also autistic. Was somehow simultaneously an absolute glue eater of a kid while also knowing as many dinosaurs as a professional paleontologist and being a downright English prodigy. Just a nerd ig.
I’m also autistic. I didn’t speak until I was four. And then had a big vocabulary for my age. I can’t remember any good examples off the top of my skull for now
im pretty sure that imnqutistic and i was and am so stupidly kenly aware, mom remebers me saying some of the most poetical stuff ever at the ripe age of 5
the fact the book was an entire reference to a fnaf song and animation, but was still horrifying to onlookers, makes me treasure the new fnaf generation, because sometimes the fans are scarier than the games, and other times the children of fans are horribly, horribly worse.
Yeah, as soon as I read that on the thumbnail, I knew it did not just come out of nowhere! Sweet old days when FNAF was undeniably the scariest game I ever played
If I’m not wrong, the creepiest thing I said as a kid was that “live doesn’t matter anyways because everyone is going to die, it can be by exploding or just staying still for too long and dead”. The context was my mom wanting my opnion on what I think of life.
According to my parents, when I was little I had an imaginary friend who I told my parents was missing her body. I also pointed to a house and said she used to live there before she died. My parents looked into it and a little girl did die in that house. I am shocked I turned out pretty normal.
My five year old sister tried chocolate milk for the first time and said, "Do you like chocolate milk?" I said yes. She decided the best response would be "you will also like hot chocolate when you're dead."
According to my parents, when i was about 6 and a half i woke up and said "The floor is breathing and there is teeth in my walls." Then went back to sleep. I don't have any recollection of saying that and was recently told this little nugget of information.
When I was a young child I had at least a simple dream every night. The first night I didn't I felt robbed. "What, it just skipped to morning? But I didn't get to sleep." was my genuine thought process.
@@Pharaogon Is that the one where a little girl is omnipotent and has forced a bunch of strangers to become her family, because she basically ends up hunting them for sport when they annoy her? She forced the older sister into a cartoon, where she was massacred and what not, and she removed the grandpa's mouth because he talked back at her, or something along those lines? Can't remember if that was the Twilight Zone or a different show, but that's stuck with me for years now.
@@uateme It’s going fine! Mostly volunteering to work in centres with little kids (infant-5) so no skibidi toilet kids yet, although I have experienced a coddled child. Not a fun experience as much as he’s a really cute energetic kid. Overall, a lot of fun so far even if working with kids takes a lot of work and patience! ^^
Fun fact about Mr Skinnylegs: the episodes of Peppa Pig with him in are banned in Australia because the broadcaster decided the premise of “girl befriends spider and encourages kids to do the same” is not particularly advisable in a country where spiders are the size of dogs and can actually kill you 💀🕷️
I love how overprotective parents always say things like “this game/show/movie made my kid violent” yet this is how they act before coming into contact with any form of technology
They dont really think how the sentences is gona sound before thinking them And also the words fucking and shit are mostly goten from the Internet and bad influences
I wonder how many old cryptids and legends actually spawned from children making up weird but oddly specific sounding stuff like the "he can see the storm coming" instead of adult narrators. I can definitely see it starting out as a joke or tale to pass around in ancient times then it just gets more serious over time as it gets retold again and again.
the die in a fire kid makes me nostalgic for when my sister and i would get in trouble for drawing fnaf fanart at school, fnaf is still a shared interest of ours but times were simpler back then
I was one of those super creepy children who you always think might grow up into a serial killer. Thanks to me, my house had a rule against drawing pictures of gravestones with the names of people you knew on them.
@@antimatterg oh :( I was bodyshamed in primary school aswell it was when we were in the changing rooms, never again, i will never go in a changing room again. I hate it.I also experienced alot of homophobia in school makes sense tbh
@@Yourlocalscottishlesbo yep, loads of homophobia in my school. I'm not gay, but my sibling is so I get targeted for that. Luckily they are very close to being suspended so...
The last one had me ROLLING on the floor, imagine hearing that, head not on the table, but on your pillow trying to sleep and hearing “Shake your booty”
The most unhinged thing I ever said was when I went up to my mom, age 4 or 5, and asked "Mom, when I die, are you going to eat me?" 💀 It made complete logical sense in my little kid mind, if we eat animals when they die why waste away in a box when *we* die?
When I was a kid, I told my mom something along the lines of "When you die, I'll use your corpse to heal sick people" because hugging her was so comforting.
@@liastaob Yup, catholics still use (I don't really know what they do with them aside from showing them of, braging about them and having some parts of cult around them) Relics. I don't really know much about this topic aside from just being a person living in dominantly catholic country so I just know they're there and that there are weird tales about them: like there is one body of a saint that had been dismembered due to order of one of our kings. After the reign of that king the country succumbed to feudal fragmentation and according to the legend the country would return to it's previous form when said body would heal itself from the dismembering.
When I was 4, I apparently told my babysitter how I planned to murder my kindergarten teacher and get away with it, after I had been the most rude student in all of existance. I don't know how but my parents made wonders to change my manners.
I knew a girl from primary school named Gia who had a twin sister. When they were kids, they had a bunk bed and Gia slept on the top bunk. She used this to her advantage by coming down from the top bunk late at night and beating her twin sister with a pillow.
My sister was once asked at age 2 what would happen if someone was ever mean to me. Her response with not a hint of emotion was "id light them on fire".
Whoever is the “IVE BEEN EXPECTING YOU KID” I gotta say, that had to be the most greatest way of introducing yourself. That was so god damn legendary it’s untouchable to recreate a meeting better then that…
*dark souls boss music starts playing* jokes aside that kid should be in a videogame as an powerful boss, and by powerful i mean VERY, VERY, VERY, powerful.
The one in the thumbnail is most likely about William Afton destroying the animatronics, there’s a FNAF song called “Die in a Fire” where William Afton destroys the animatronics. I guess that kid is just going through their FNAF phase.
When I was 7, I really REALLY wanted to go to chuck e cheese. When my family finally went, the one we went to didn't actually have the animatronics. Just the person in the mascot suit. My sister was wondering where all the other characters were, and in response to that I confidently declared that "Chuck E Cheese murdered them all and the kids are next".
according to some extended family members, when I was like, i'unno, 4-ish, i said something to them and they repeated it back to me- y'know, that adult thing they do when a kid says something funny or cute. apparently i gave them a dead stare, looked them right in the eye, and asked "are you mocking me?" i have no memory of this but apparently it's become an inside joke between them for years.
My little sister chewed a portion of a brick wall, little by little, everyday, when she was two She fight grandpa's lamb when she was four, and won (he had a farm) On her first day at preschool, went to a boy and declared "you are my boyfriend", he cried Kids are such mysterious creatures
Apparently as a child, I once drew a handy-dandy math problem. It was a drawing of a kid I hated plus a noose equals me being happy. I drew a lot of very death threat-y things, actually.
My sister would laugh at the part in Frozen where Anna got frozen while I cried my eyes out at the movie theater when she was 4. Also, when she wanted to watch Captain America: Civil War, she asked to watch the movie "where black panther's dad died". I shouldn't be complaining though, I drew a picture of a girl being hanged in 5th grade
In our elementary school, there was common for kids to write short stories as school projects. In the bookself of my classroom, there was two probably over ten-page-long short stories (not even hand-written!) written by two 6th graders that were at least four years older than I. Both stories shared the name "Dark Light" but were two separate stories, apparently set in the same universe. Both stories revolved around some sort of dark forces moving around the life of the main character, both young girls. The protagonist of the first one manages to fight against the evil force and in the end win. In the other story, the protagonist never solves the mystery and ends up ending her own life after suddenly losing her mother and her newborn brother in an accident. Both stories also started with this poem that sounded way too eerie to be written by kids. The poem roughly translates to (from Finnish language): "Dark like the night, Darker is his heart. Black like the mind of wolf, Blacker is his mind." I have no idea what was going on with these two kids but I hope they are alive and well somewhere. I also hope they became fantasy authors when they grew up.
We will probably never know who those kids are, but now I have hope I will one day unknowingly pick up a book written by one of them and it will be awesome.
Well this poem sounds like something written in early romantic or pre-romantic period, due to having both gothic dark elements, existencial question that can be asigned to emotional sphere and northern animalistic/natural elements, so this may help with finding the poem if it indeed has not been written by said 6th graders. The other thing is that those stories don't sound out of place to me as someone who wrote a storie about a secret sindicate like organisation which organised hunts for kids in a town, took them to a abandoned mantion in a forest and commited sacrificial killings on them one by one while the others where forced to watch. I should also mention that the story was written from pov of one of the kids that got killed and I was around 6th or 7th grade when I wrote it. I also ilustrated this story with all it's gory details. Well I was just depressed and bored to death during class.
When I was younger, probably like 5, my cousin and I would play "Hide and Seek Or Die," where we would use little Cars movie figures for the game. One of us would hide one of the figures, and the other would look for it. If the figure was found by the seeker, it gets stomped to death and thrown in the garbage. We laughed hysterically.. We did this for hours.
My mom told me of this one time I visited the graveyard with my grandma and her fiancé at the time. They had been talking about death and my grandma said something about her dying, so I, three years old at the time, stopped dead in my tracks, turned around so I could look over my grandma's shoulder and then promptly told her "don't worry, it's not your time yet" and then kept walking like nothing happened.
Wanna know what got a good chuckle out of me? I just imagine a 10 year old child walking in all confidently, with sunglasses, a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt, black jeans, and a towel over their shoulder walk in, stand there for a second, looking around, nodding their head, and saying, with their hands out, almost as if they're about to give someone a hug: "Here to see the corpse!"
This was insane The shittiest thing I remember saying as a baby was "I despise you" to my mum for no reason because I had just learned the world. Obviously surprised, she asked "why? I love you" I thought for a few seconds, then said "then I pise you"
I have a story about my mom My mom went to go see Bambi when she was younger, about 7-8, in the movie theater with my gran. Mind you, my grandparents are oldschool hunters, so my mom was used to the idea of shooting a deer. So when Bambis mom died and the crowd of children started crying, my mom apparently laughed and said "theyll be having deer for dinner!". Needless to say my gran was embarrassed
I remembered watching Lion King dvd, and when Mufasa's died, I just have deadpan face, no reaction. Hell, I don't fell sad at all. I just watch it without emotion because it's just cartoon anyway. Was surprised when I found out other kids cry when he died lmao
once when I was like four i told my brother “the outside world is cursed… don’t ever go out” and then he went outside and got hit on the head with a hammer. He came back in and told me: “How can you see the future?” All I said was: “I am no god… but instead a Satan spawn. I’m another life. Hell spawned me here to watch you suffer” Turns out I thought the word ‘Satan spawn’ meant ‘gremlin’
I wrote a poem about iPad kids earlier... "Reflective maw stretched open wide Gleaming Like Lovecraft's fairy lights Empty eyes find empty pleasure Within the dreamleech's maw, little tethers Devouring our young, not body but soul Devouring potential, their worldly control Within a young headphoned one's helpless eyes A touchscreen's work brings slow demise" Dreamleech, Dec 10, 2023
My parents never let me forget that as a kid this nice lady gave me what has now always been my favorite toy, as she handed it to be I looked up and replied "OH your so old" I didn't even thank her 💀
0:53 This reminds me of when my best friend wrote a line in a book she was writing that said, "The government spun around in his chair." I've been INSPECTING you..." This was two days ago and she's turning 14 in September of this year......
I was told that I had almost severe autism as a kid and my manner of speaking wasn’t taken as normal. Anyways, when I was 7, I was outside at the park or so and I found a spider and dumped it onto a dirt cleaning basket and my grandma said “What a nice little boy!” and I said “Are you being racist again, grandma?” whilst looking her dead in the eye. I will never forget about it.
Something I said as a little kid that still haunts me because my mum keeps bringing it up is that after I heard about the concept of marriage, I had decided that I would marry my best friend because all I understood was that you marry people you really like and that you marry as ab adult (because of this I also said that I'd marry my sister at one point but that's neither here nor there), so I ended up creating all these little wedding invitations for me at my friend and then handing them out to people, but then I didn't give one to my mum, so when she asked why, I responded "oh you'll be dead by then".
one time when i was a 4 year old in my great-grandmothers birthday i yelled "ugly in the face, good in the ass" because someone said it to me and i cant remember who
My mum recently told me that when I was very little I had described her as "a glass cushion", because she's cuddly and comforting like a cushion, but fragile (she was often ill and we had to be gentle with her). I think that's quite sweet, not creepy like the things in the video, but I thought it was worth mentioning because kids have a tendency to say bizarre combinations of words that most people wouldn't consider using.
@@secretbaguette Glass cannon implies the person attacks you and does harm. My mum has always been harmless, sweet and comforting, she's just physically and emotionally sensitive, so rough-housing would physically hurt her and screaming at her would make her anxious
one time, in about first grade, the teachers enforced that when we would write that we would always have to make the space a finger width apart. me being a perfectionist was once writing something in class and accidently made two words too close together. instead of erasing it, I drew a finger in the space in-between to show that it was actually a finger width apart but just didn't look that way. I started doodling, making it more and more realistic. I added the wrinkles, the nail, the shape, everything. suddenly my teacher walks up to me and starts lecturing me, getting real mad and telling me how absurd and inappropriate my drawing was and threatening to tell the principle. As you could expect, I was very confused at the time as of why she was so stirred up, only for me to now realize that a realistic drawing of a finger, a badly realistic drawing of a finger, looks a lot like a dick. I was the only innocent one, she was just being dirty minded.
When i was a child i used to play this very specific game of hide and seek with my best friends at the time, were you would hide somewhere, and instead of making noises to hint at your location to the seeker, you'd have to *fart* for the seeker to follow the smell.
The "scrape your eyes" one has me crying laughing. I literally have no idea why I find it so funny but I've legitimately been cracking up at it for at least 3 minutes
I know a kid who says similar things all the time. Once he built a structure of straws pointing upwards and tried to jump onto them. When I asked what he was doing he said "It's my new game, "impale yourself"!"
I used to work in a nursery and had this little japanese turtle charm on my bag. I told this little girl that the charm is for longevity to which she said: "Yeah, but one day it will stop working and that's a good day to die!" with the sweetest little smile on her face.
I'd much rather go through a FNAF phase, Undertale phase, emo phase, Homestuck phase, creepypasta phase, black metal phase, and 4chan phase all during a single life if that means not going through a skibidi toilet brain rot.
When I was seven I slipped and fell on my knee so hard during a game of tag that it bled. Being the little crybaby that I was, I began to cry and my older cousin who watched it all happen approached me and asked “if it bleeds too much, can I cut your leg off so that the wound is gone?”
I once had a dream of my little brother being murdered, and it started with him hearing his name being called from outside his window. He was not told about the dream at all. The next morning, he asked me if I was calling his name from outside last night. Scary af, I was incredibly paranoid for a few weeks after that.
@arandomzoomer4837 definitely not, I've never had any history of sleepwalking and my mom's husband at the time was an insomniac so he would've seen me if I had.
Idk why this reminds me of mom, she thinks I bring good luck and fortune wherever I go, cuz when I was born dad got a great job and bought a new car. I hope she is right lol.. I mean I did find some money stuck to my bike wheel last week…
I have my own story about this! I was the child in the story actually. It was in kindergarten and I was sitting with my assigned seat mates and we were all coloring. And then out of nowhere, I blurted out to them, “Hey, I wonder what you guys would look like when you’re dead?” Understandably, they went to the teacher about it and I was horrified to hear what I’d just said to them. And in case anyone was wondering why I didn’t stop myself before I said that, I was having a really weird out of body experience and my mouth just kind of ran on its own. It was weird.
I have a similar story. I was about 9 and at youth group, and my youth leader said that her pet dog had just turned 19. I replied with "Wow, that means he's gonna die soon!" I didn't understand why she got kind of upset when I said that.
i remember when i was little, i was in my htf (happy tree friends) phase (it's a cute looking, but actually very gory show). i was waiting in a hotel room and found a stack of paper. i went to my mom and asked for any coloring things and she gave me some markers. i then asked her for a stapler. she was confused. i asked her what PTSD means because my favorite character in the show (a green bear in a military outfit named flippy). my mom was confused but told me anyway. i then ran back to the room i had been staying in and drew several pictures, including a title page that said "flippy's PTSD" the "PTSD" in red letters. i drew an amusement park ride that looked like war planes and then flippy, looking like he was having a crisis, tears streaming from his eyes, and a flashback from war playing in his mind, bombs, fire, one bear torching another bear, on the first page. the 2nd page, was flippy looking maniacal and killing three other characters (giggles, cuddles, and flaky) in gruesome ways. the last page was flippy coming to his senses and crying, his face with a shadow cast over it and dead forest animal bodies everywhere. yeah, i now realize how terrifying for my mother to look at since i was only 8
I was much more wholesome as a child. My mum would sometimes talk about not being able to find something, because the gnomes must have taken it (that's a thing people say here). One day, we were talking about sleeping (I think when she came to tuck me in) and I invented a new imaginary character on the spot called Gnome Silly-beard (Kabouter Gekbaardje in Dutch) who'd supposedly help me fall asleep at night by telling me stories or reading to me (don't remember exactly). I didn't mean much by it, but my mum loved it so much that she brought him up a few times, so I kept inventing more elaborate stories about him to make her smile ♥️
I was definitely that weird creepy kid nobody likes. The second grade teacher asked us to draw a picture of us with our family... I drew a picture of aliens burning down a city.
I remember being extremely obsessed with My Little Pony back in the day. Though, as most of you probably know, it's fanbase was batshit insane. Especially the fanart. For some reason there's a lot of surprisingly violent fanart of the kid's show. You could easily find some detailed art on RU-vid and Google of colorful horses bleeding to death. And me, who was going down the unfortunate career of being an artist, was inspired by them and wanted to make my own. So yeah. If you were to flip through 10 year old me's sketchbooks, you would find crudely drawn ponies being tortured and torn apart. Though I have to admit the bloody pony drawings were probably why I'm able to stomach a lot of non-live action horror nowadays.
Had the same thing happen to me but when I got bored with MLP I casualy jumped to creepy pasta with assistance of my friend and started watching Lavendertown's videose. Now it got me to studing urban legends, their origines and how they spread, also some folklore, demonology (due to some folk beliefs being rooted in it), history and ethnology so it can had some positive impact.
Most of those fanarts could be MLP creepypastas like Pinkemena, Rainbow Factory, that one SFM bat-shit crazy Rarity and so on. They were very much popular and very much graphic so yeah...we were just witnessing Rarity peel off Rainbow Dash's skin to make dresses.
When I was about 7 years old, I had said something quite similar to “I’m here to see the corpse”. We were at my great-aunts funeral, and once we got in, I had said, “Right, we’re here now, so where’s the corpse?”. My mom then said “Shh, don’t say that” through quiet laughter.
The first parent-teacher meeting my mom had to attend was focused on my drawing of Nancy Thompson's house from "Nightmare on Elm Street". I figured the house on its own wasn't very scary so I added skeleton kids, Freddy Kreuger, and, in a stroke of brilliance I later came to regret, a dismembered dog with its collar still attached to the doghouse, which was the only part I colored in before journal time ended. My gram let me watch horror movies and I loved her so much for it
Lol. Sounds like me with my kids. We watch zombie flicks and such all the time. They absolutely LOVE it! I always make sure there isn't any sexy scenes first...but I don't mind my kids watching gruesome violence... 😅🤣
I vividly remember the story of a six year old, who was supposed to write one for homework and then presented it in front of the class. He did. It involved dogs (nice), kidnapping (okay, interesting) and the brutal shredding of said kidnappers in heavy machinery as the grand finale (what the fuck). That was quite something.
Aha! I can one up that! In year six, a girl wrote a story about a teenager who murdered her best friend (Eh) and then, the teen's abusive mother sewed her lips shut with a needle and gave her extreme plastic suregery so she woud be "perfect" and not speak to the outside world and confess her crimes.
I have a little story of something I told my mom when I was a toddler. We were at a Goodwill, and she decided to take me along. Idk why, it's irrelevant to the story. She was about to turn into one isle, one that had a display above the racks of clothing, when little me grabbed her shirt and tugged on it to get her attention. "Bobby says not to go down there." 10 minutes later, the display above the rack fell into the isle she was about to turn into. So thanks, Bobby.
The kid that did the FNAF Picture... I had a FNAF Phase, looks like many people did, I keep my Interests, I still like FNAF, the Modern stuff is good, but I prefer 1-4, those where the golden age of FNAF, it's honestly kinda Nostalgic in a morbid way, and given IRL Truama... It was a Bittersweet kind of Nostalgia 5:37 That is just taken from the _"Die in a Fire"_ FNAF 3 Song by the living tombstone, I have it on my Relatable Songs playlist, the actual lyrics of what the kid wrote are are actually _"I hope you die in a fire"_ _"Hope you get shot and expire"_ _"I've lost my patience"_ Which continues the full part of that bit being _"I've lost my patience, when are you gonna decay"_ _"I want to throw you out just like my broken TV"_ _"If you come back once more it shall be painful you'll see, OH YEAH, I hope you die in a fire"_ And the beat drops
Nothing compared to me as a child. I would go on tangents about the “eyeless man” and scream that I saw him while running into my parents room. That’s strange, but understandable at like midnight, but no. I would sometimes be in a perfectly happy mood and run screaming to my parents minutes later mid-day. I also apparently had an unusual amount of night-terrors. Like nightmares, but more traumatic. *Edit with a bit more detail since so many more of you are interested than I expected:* Most of the time I apparently saw “The Eyeless Man” was at my uncle’s family house in Missouri while we stayed there for a few weeks. His house always smelled like dead cheese. Yes, dead cheese, don’t judge my descriptive abilities. Also, a lot people down there mentioning religion. I was born into a Christian family (still am one), so as far as I’m concerned it could very well have been an actual demon. Not sure obviously, because I don’t remember it. I do remember asking my mom read me the Bible every night to help me fall asleep. That’s not a normal thing for a 5-7 year old to ask for (then again, according to the retired pastor at my church the current pastor’s wife, his daughter, literally prayed to Satan until she was about 6. So at least I was just haunted by the demon, and wasn’t the actual demon). Second to last bit: I vividly remember one of those recurring night-terrors, in which I would repeatedly be forced to watch said eyeless man walk down into the sand while his eyes were impaled on a particularly sharp group of rocks. Last bit I promise: My mom’s least favourite part of the whole thing was definitely the part where I would be lying in between my parents at night when I would suddenly look at the doorway of the room and start screaming “I SEE IT I SEE IT!!!” then cry. But don’t worry, I called the ghostbusters and now I’m all good.
when i was still in daycare i was one of the two oldest kids there (about twelve). because the other oldest kid was a bastard and a bully, the younger kids trusted me more. one day while i was writing, three little girls came up to me crying about how he was being an asshole again. i decided to write an interpretation of the three little pigs with them as the pigs and him as the wolf, and they were excited about it, as long as we used the "real ending" where he gets boiled alive. i was very concerned but considering the fact that i also hated him i didn't protest
When I was like 4, my mom was driving me somewhere, and we passed a graveyard, and I said to her "Hey Mom! Remember when we walked through that graveyard over there? I wasn't born yet, but I could see through your stomach."
5:11 (and thumbnail) Lmao.. This is actually the (partially misremembered) lyrics to the FNaF 3 song by TheLivingTombstone, "Die in a Fire". Based on the drawings, it seems this kid also drew bits of the animation made by a RU-vid animator who goes by shgurr.
I work with little kids (my class is 3-5 year olds) and some of the things they say honestly make me question everything. However, my personal favorite still has to be the time, many years ago before I lead a classroom, when a little 3 year-old girl told me to "watch out for the gingivitis." Never been more afraid of anything else in my entire life.
