Well, I used to regularly morph into an excessively pale young asian (with no neck movement restrictions) and sneak around my parent's attic in search of fresh souls to consume. . .
Nah, but really, I would constantly think that some sort of "monster" (like the little Troll from Stephen King's "The Cat's Eye" or another King classic, "It"(*shudders as I think of ANY clowns approaching me*) was coming to get me at EVERY turn. Particular paranoia from the inhabitants living underneath my bed.
I always had a small bag packed and ready to go too. Strange but for some reason I always thought I would be yanked from my Mum at ANY moment.
I made a make shift "slaughter house" in my bathroom when I was about 10 or so. My tub was full of stuffed animals and had ketchup squirted all over them and the walls. My Mama wasn't mad, she just insisted I clean it up after I took the pictures.
I set up a funeral for my fishies once and took flics as they flushed away to Fishy Heaven.
Oh yeah... and I killed the neighbor's and blamed it on the dog!
-------------------------->Take care, be good and have an escape route planned at ALL times,
----------------------------in the case of a Zombie Revolution.period