Resensitized
All of the sudden, Harry became terrified of blood. He happened to be looking at his statue of Leatherface when he had his change of demeanor. Leatherface was holding a bloody chainsaw, wearing a bloody apron, and standing by a to-scale shelf of severed body parts. My God, that statue was sick! The thought of those horrible murders was overpowering… It was just a movie, but just the idea of those evil killings was too much to think about, not to mention creating a statue that glorified it. Harry ran from his computer room where Leatherface stood by his monitor, and into his bedroom. He shrieked, for the first time in his life. There were katana and nunchaku on the walls. These were instruments of war! Why was he using them for decorating? He ran from there, into a living room piled high with black-sleeved DVDs. He remembered gleefully watching all of their murders, as well as special features on rendering popped eyeballs as realistically as possible. It sickened Harry now. He dashed into the bathroom to retch. But the only room in the apartment for his Aliens vs. Predator figures was the toilet tank. Harry stifled his nausea, ran for the front door, but a cardboard cutout of Michael Myers scared him away. Harry cowered in the kitchen, the only room free from these horrible images. He put his arms in front of his face and began to cry. He opened them, to see a demonic stare coming from a hockey mask. Harry had forgotten about his tattoos, of all his favorite characters. These monsters were literally under his skin. Harry could not be any more terrified. It was oddly comforting when he picked up the cheese grater, and the fear was replaced by simple pain.