Letra de Shudders
I wasn't the smartest boy in the household by a longshot. I knew of wandering the graveyard that it's best met with an onslaught of something called shudders. It's when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters, and you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms. I've never comprehended the alarm caused by things described variously as scary, terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely. Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks. I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed, complained I couldn't get frightened, and might have bemoaned that I'd been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned but I partied with his danglers, didn't shudder for a second. Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted. Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn't know.Didn't know there was anything in the world to be frightened of.I wasn't the first one to show up claiming bravery. The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory. They'd become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits! Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it. This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke. I figured I could pick the habit up and go (maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering). Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly. What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts were like from a nightmare. I think? I don't get bad dreams. I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun. We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun. The second night's vigilance wasn't any more fruitful: zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room's full. All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe. Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed.Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed, despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride. Didn't I want my reward? The hand of the castle's princess? A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress? And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing: find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing. But here's that princess requesting that I reconsider. And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter, a village girl I had a crush on as a lad who never even noticed that I couldn't make eye contact. This one's staring me down. She's used to getting her way, been wearing a crown. Is she scaring me now, with her "think about it, please?" I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees.