>>1831195When I was 2 or 3 I had a really bad fever and that night my mother was reading me an illustrated book of fairy tales. The tales she read to me that night was the Three Billy Goats Gruff. That night, I hallucinated that the troll from the story appeared out of my closet and tried to eat me, but couldn't get his fingers under the bed when I hid there.
This wouldn't have been so bad, except for the fact that even after the fever passed I had the same hallucination every night for at least the next 2-3 years of my life.
