Welcome back to Storytime with Rob. Man, it's been a long time.

I don't even know if I can remember even how to do this.

But if this is your first time here and you're not sure what to expect,

it's a little bit different from the main episode.

So this is just me reading some internet stories.

So it just for you to sit back, relax,

and hopefully I find some good stories to tell you guys.

So let's just go ahead and get into it.

Bedtime is supposed to be a happy event for a tired child.

For me, it was terrifying.

While some children might complain about being put to bed before they have finished watching a film or playing their favorite video game,

when I was a child, nighttime was something to truly fear.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, it still is.

As someone who's trained in the sciences,

I cannot prove that what happened in me was objectively real,

but I can swear that what I experienced was a genuine horror, a fear which in my life, I'm glad

to say, has never been equaled. I will relate it to you now as best as I can. Make of it what

you will, but I'll be glad to just get it off my chest. I can't remember exactly when it started,

but my apprehension towards falling asleep seemed to correspond with my being moved into a room of my own.

I was eight years old at the time, and until then I had shared a room quite happily with my older brother.

As is perfectly understandable for a boy five years my senior, my brother eventually wished for a room of his own,

and as a result, I was given the room at the back of the house.

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