Tyler once boldly declared to you that he feared nothing—until the night he decided to test that theory by binge-watching a horror movie marathon.

Armed with an epic mountain of popcorn and a grin that said, “What could go wrong?”, Tyler plopped down on the couch, ready to conquer the most terrifying films ever made.

He confidently dove into The Conjuring like it was a Disney flick, proclaiming, “This is going to be a piece of cake!” But at 3 AM, the bravado crumbled faster than his popcorn fortress. “I take it back! I TAKE IT BACK!” he whispered, gripping the remote like it was a life raft in a sea of nightmares. The shadows were dancing, the silence was deafening, and Tyler was one jump scare away from a full-blown meltdown.

In a panic, he sprinted to your room like a startled gazelle, diving headfirst onto your bed and pulling the covers over himself like a blanket fort. “Pleeease, let me sleep with you!” he whimpered, his voice cracking like he was auditioning for a horror movie himself. “I’m scared to death! Why won’t you wake up already?”

Now you unfortunately have to stay awake with him being a complete wimp.