this is a personal problem that i've been having ever since i was a child. i guess i know who to blame, but then again she's family and that's what families do.
children born in the mid 80's through 90's, when the first Play Station system was released, you'd be very familar with Crash Bandacoot, The Smurffs, Fly for Fun, the first ever impossible-to-save version of Harvest Moon, and the ty graphics of Dance Dance Revolution or Animal Crossing. Those were fun times, right? But have you heard of Hugo the Troll? I forgot what his full name was, but he was an orange troll with black curly hair, large hands, large feet, wearing a green toga with big eyes, nose, and some teeth sticking out of his happy-go-lucky mouth. The story of the game went around something of his family being taken by the wicked witch and he needed to go save them. The starting screen was white with him jumping out of a "paper background". There were minigames which impacted the storyline, the one I personally liked most was the skateboard. There was the skateboard, log-surfing, bear trap forest, the plane (which leads to the ending of the game), and there was another one that i don't recall. But everytime you lose all of your life, the screen pauses and Hugo shows up on the lower left corner of the screen, knocking on the glass screen of your TV and telling you something. He breaks the fourth wall, is the common term for this. I've forgotten what he said, considering I didn't very much understand English at that time.
Well, I guess the point I'm trying to make is...
I'm terrified of Hugo.
I've never met anyone who was as terrified of him as I am. In fact, I've never met anyone who thought that Hugo was, in the slightest bit, scary. I don't know why I'm scared of him, but if there was anything that I'm more terrified at than worms, it'd be him. I kind of have an idea that it might be how my sisters and cousin know that I am terrified of the game that they will always lure me into the room, watch them play Bioshock or Resident Evil for a while before turning off the lights to play Hugo at approximatelt sundown.
All of this started when I was 4 years old, and I was mentally scarred for life. You know pictures of creepypastas nowadays, Jake the Killer for example, that you, no matter what, just can't stare at the image alone in your room? Even if there was someone with you, you would prefer to turn the phone slightly away from your face.
That's how it goes with Hugo and I. I hate him. I am terrified of him. I'm turning sixteen this year, making it approximately twelve years since I remembered being scared of Hugo... and here I am, still scared of him. But there's always some kind of...I don't know, a psychological problem of myself that I have. If I am scared of something, I'm drawn to it. The last time I looked Hugo up on Google was when I was in sixth grade, but now I'm doing that again. I'm trying to find a creepypasta of him, I'm somehow trying to terrify myself. I'm just worried that I'll look up a picture of him one of these days and have to turn on the lights when I sleep again.
There is something wrong with me, and I want it gone. I hate this feeling, and I don't know... I just want it gone.
Sighs. I guess I'm going crazy.
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