I havetriedtoprocurethebest, scariest, mostdelectablehorrorgamesforthistoday's episode, bywhich I mean I wenttoCiccioandjustpicksomethreerandomscarygamesthat I thoughtlookedinterestingtomyeyeballs.
Sowelcome.
1st 1 iscalledTVnight.
I don't have a TVnightismidnight.
MomandDadareasleep.
TimetogowatchTV.
Oh, I neverdidthisas a kid.
Peoplealwayssay, I alwayswokeup, but I wenttowatchscarymoviesandMomandDadwenttobed.
I couldn't dothat.
Myhouseistightanditwasfullofpeople.
Soif I wentandwatchedTV, everyonebelike I fuckup, uhinHavanaposter, a posterofmyfavoritebandsmashmouth.
I don't Peoplewouldmakefunofmeforbeingshortnow, which I'm notandperfectlyaveragesitemotherfuckers.
But I wasyounger.
I wastiny.
I waslike a speckofsandinthemiddleof a beach.
I'm goingthisway.
Instead, I willwakeupmyparents.
I don't wanttomakeupmyparents.
Okay?
I'm notgoingtogodothat.
I'm goingtodotheoppositeofthat.
I'm gonnaknockover a vase.
It's unbearablyquiet.
I don't knowifthereactuallyissupposedtobeaudio.
TheylefttheTVon.
No, theydidn't.
That's thespookyscares.
Probablyforsomesortofghostman.
Okay, sotheTVismakingnoise.
Very, veryfaintly, I mightadd.
And I havelookedatmyheadphonescranked.
I don't wanttogoout.
Whynot?
Thereisnoline.
Allright.
ThiswasmuchTV.
Don't getscared.
Allchannelsshowstatic.
I betterchecktheback.
There's a VHStapestucktothebackoftheTVthat's knowwheretheygo.
Hey, get a cartoon.
Isthiswhatwegot?
Findmytapes.
Butit's justmymomtryingtoscareme.
Doyouthinkyourmomwouldbethatelaborate?
Anothertapeinthecarriage.
Okay, Bye.
Cartoonlookedexactlylike a cartoonthat I rememberfrommychildhoodthat I cannotfindanywhere, wellused, have a VHStapeathomeof a bunchofdifferentcartoons.
I don't knowiftheywereDisneyorbootlegorcounterfeitorIrishKnockoffsarewhat I'm prettysuretheywerelegit, butfuckingoneofthemhad a guyon a trainandhewasbouncingalongthetrack.
He's tryingtoiletandeverything, and I thinkhemightbeupin a cow.
I don't knowwhataccountforthelifeofme.
Fuckingrememberwhatthatcartoonwas, but I reallyneedtofinditwoulddrivemeinsane.
Buteverynowandthen I see a characterinthatkindoflookslikeit.
I don't knowwhy I'm soupsetaboutthis, butoh, I donotlikethat.
Oh, thisfuckingsucks.
Thissucks.
Everydickthatwasinthebag.
Who's thecarriage?
Thisisit.
Grabtheflashlight.
Yes, youshould.
Oh, thankGod.
Uh, okay.
Sofar, sogood.
Lee, What's onthistape?
Goodjob.
Atleast I thinkthat's whatitsays.
Buttherearestillmoretapestofindstoresroom.
That's right.
Here.
That's thisone, right?
That's mystereoformyroom.
Oh, shouldwegotocheckitout?
Thatit's gonnawakeupmyparents?
They'regonnagetintrouble?
No.
Youknowwhat?
I don't evenknowwhatthefuck, man.
Hewhisperedthateversodelicatelyinmyears.
Oh, God, no.
I don't likethisathomealone.
EverywentbacktotheNetherlandsforChristmasfor a fewdayshere, familyand I'm aloneinthehouse.
Bebeesheresomewhere.
He's sleeping.
Hedoesn't care.
He's notscaredofanything.
He's a fearsomelying.
I'm stuckinmyhousealoneinbroaddaylight, afraidthatsomeone's gonnajumpthroughmywindowandkillme, whichis a legitfear.
Gohelpthemout, spreadsomejoy, spreadsomelovebecausegoingthroughthefightagainstcancerisoneofthescariest, hardest, mosttraumaticthingsthat a familyorpersonhastogothrough.
Sospreadsomelove.
ThisisthetimeofgivinginDecember, andwe'recominguptowardsChristmas, andthat's a hardtimefor a lotofpeople, especiallyiftheyhavetogothroughsomethinglikethis.
I alwayslikedoingthesetypesofvideosbecauseitshowsoffdifferenttypesofhorrorgamesandwhatpeoplearedoingandjustwhat's onHBOingeneral, whichisjust a reallycoolwebsitefor a lotofcoolgames.
I leavelinksanddescriptionsallofthese, thatyouoftenplaythemforyourselvesbutitsownbackside.
But I onyou'relookingatpicturesofJustinBieber's feet, andtheInternetwouldgetmeoneday.