Aight then, here we go.
I was 7-8 when I read one of the non-Goosebumps horror books for kids, I didn't think it was scary at all. If anything, it was more funny. Then my insomniac *ss got in bed (even back then I didn't get to sleep easy). In the darkness I SWORE I saw something move. My parents were asleep, I couldn't hear their TV which they usually watch together when they're awake. But since they MIGHT wake up, I didn't turn on the lights in my room, instead grabbing that one flashlight I knew where was and checked everything over multiple times. The closet, under the bed, on top of the bed, the floor, and even occasionally opening the door to check the hallway. Eventually I concluded nothing was there and somehow got to sleep, but never forgot it. Que me turning 12 and fully getting into the FNaF fandom, and OH BOY did I realize how relatable that was (even if Mike is the one having the Nightmares it's still something I associate more with Crying Child).