The Walrus came back. I, uh, screamed "I'M NOT AN OYSTER!" at it, and it disappeared. I guess that helps confirm that theory about confronting fears. That poem really freaked me out.
I can't find my sister to confront her, though, and she has my PDA blocked, so I can't even do a text confrontation.
If anyone finds my dignity, tell me where! In the meantime, I'm going to work on getting my own scary back.