One dark, dreary evening, the phone will ring. You pick
it up, assuming it’s a friend calling to schedule a long overdue Quantum Leap marathon, but instead you’re faced with the enemy.
You won’t realize it right away, of course.
At first, you’ll just take the silence to mean that the call
was dropped, but then you’ll hear it. A light scratching. The slight hissing of
breath. The munching of acorns.
Your stomach twists, because even though you’ll wish it
wasn’t so, that maybe one of your friends is just playing a cruel trick, you’ll
know.
And then the chattering will start. But you don’t just hear
it through the phone now. It’s coming faintly from the other room.
It’s coming from inside the house.
Despite what your gut tells you – despite the number of
times you’ve cursed at fictional characters for doing exactly what you’re about
to – you’ll move slowly, carefully towards the sound.
The chattering gets louder, amplified even further by the
call you’ve forgotten to end.
You push the door open and there it is. The visage of your
nightmares. A monster disguised as furry cuteness.
And it’s presence isn’t even the worst part.
This beast has got skills. Death-defying skills.
Just ask these Germans:
You may find yourself in awe of the Superman-like talents of
the beast. Fight that. This is what they want. For us to feel fragile simply
because we can’t jump four stories and keep running.
We’re in the trenches of mental warfare now. So, don’t let
them get in your head! As long as we continue to fight, there’s hope.
Stay strong, friends.
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