Give me the goosebumps.
Make it hard to sleep.
Who watches you from outside your window at night?
Make me cock my gun.
Do you have control over your own evil?
What haunts your dreams?
What threatens to destroy you? What are you trying to destroy?
Show me that you’re a monster.
Can you face what you fear the most? Could you ever love it?
Is your art filled with your secrets?
Show me what you’re hiding from. Running from.
Show me what you’re hunting.
Do you know the color of your own blood? Someone else?
What is it that drives you to these dark corners of the mind, and the deepest cellars?
Is your life a shining example of depravity and ruin?
Do you work at a mad house? Or do you belong in one?
Or are you just a sociopath with the instinctual drive for the hunt?
Or is horror just something you’ve an incurable curiosity for?