I meant to comment and ended up reblogging. Now I know…

A good scare is like good sex. It is gripping and all consuming for an eternal moment, but once it has washed through you and you catch your breath, it evaporates. Like smoke, it unravels, curling in upon itself and expanding into nothing. Before you know it, only the memory remains.

Sometimes, all you need to say can be said in a few lines. This is one of the shortest posts I’ve ever made, but it speaks volumes!