I remember reading Salem’s Lot as a kid, was so into it I stayed up until it was several hours past my bed time to finish it. I realized as I was groggy half dreaming that I’d left the light on in my closet with the door cracked open. I kept dreaming/hallucinating that a vampire was inside slowly opening the door. I was scaring myself so much I pulled my gothy cross earrings out of my jewelry box and put them on to protect myself if I fell asleep.

Felt so dumb the next morning when I woke up with the clunky earrings poking me.