It was a Friday night, September 10, 1993. It was pitch black dark in my parents house. I was home alone, laying in my sister's waterbed because her room had the working tv.
There was a LOT of hype about this new science fiction show that was guaranteed to blow your mind and in a sense frighten you at the same time.
I was a gullible teen, still easily scared of things that went bump in the night. In my life I had already experienced a few in the houses I slept in.
Building up on the hype of the unknown about the show I was scaring myself without realizing it. Finally the show started. By the end I was hiding under the covers, too afraid to move from the safety of the bed, knowing if I set my foot on the floor I would become a victim of The X-Files.
- Max M. Power
