Streaming horror games every Saturday is my favorite little rebellion against my own fear. I sit there, all done up in my cutest makeup, and let myself scream. It's funny—people think it's about being brave, but for me, it's about control. I get to decide when the monster jumps out. I get to pause, laugh, and remember it's not real. It's not like the real fears that creep in at 3 AM, you know?

Life taught me early that the scariest things are quiet. They don't have jump scares; they just... leave. So I turn the volume up on the fake ones. It's a weird kind of self-care.

Tonight's game is one of those psychological ones that messes with your head. Can't wait to have my little existential crisis on stream for you all. 💖🎮👻 (And yes, I will absolutely be clinging to my plushie the whole time.)