It was broad daylight. I was hunched over a table in a crowded coffee shop, listening to a podcast several people on the interwebs had recommended to me while I gathered notes for a different essay (that’s a lie: I was wistful-shopping ModCloth). I liked the premise of the first episode, dove into the second prepared to be deliciously creeped out but not too bothered. I’m An Adult, after all; I survived The Exorcist with my bravery intact.
Halfway through, as a character described the shadowy, inhuman figure that inexplicably haunted them in photographs, a hand-to-God chill shuddered up my spine. In broad daylight. Surrounded by people.
Then I watched kitten videos for a while.