The chair and desk and stuff, they change in the darkness. Like people change. And I lay in my bed and I think, you know, this is the way the chair really is. The way it looks in the daytime, that’s just a foolie. It looks that way to make me think it’s all right. But it’s an ugly thing, a chair at night is. And I know even in the day that it’s ugly underneath. It will be ugly again, when I’m alone with it. When it’s dark…I’m scared of chairs… I try not to be scared of things. I try to fight it. But I’m not good at it. It’s everywhere at once. It’s like fighting the night.

The chair and desk and stuff, they change in the darkness. Like people change. And I lay in my bed and I think, you know, this is the way the chair really is. The way it looks in the daytime, that’s just a foolie. It looks that way to make me think it’s all right. But it’s an ugly thing, a chair at night is. And I know even in the day that it’s ugly underneath. It will be ugly again, when I’m alone with it. When it’s dark…I’m scared of chairs… I try not to be scared of things. I try to fight it. But I’m not good at it. It’s everywhere at once. It’s like fighting the night.

– Torey L. Hayden –

Murphy’s Boy

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