scary – G

Scotophobia is the fear of darkness or blindness. I don’t like the dark. Darkness is really cold and scary to me. I know its not an unusual fear to have, a lot of people are afraid of the dark, but I am now 18 and can sleep without having a flashlight next to me. This fear has been always present in my life. When I was younger I hated being alone and hated the dark even more. It has now become a running joke to turn the lights off while i’m in a room. No one ever really could understand my fear or were it came from. Pretty sure they would be scared of the dark to it they were where I was too. I didn’t know where I was, just that it was very dark and cold. I started to walk a few feet forward when I stared to hear a hissing sound. Then I heard a growling and then a loud humming. before I knew it, i was completely surrounded by loud sounds and I realized that they were trying to trap me. I quickly decided to dart in the direction were it was still quiet. It was to dark to know were I was heading but I knew it would be away from whatever they were. It wasn’t long before I tripped over something in the dark. I must have fell down some kind of cave tunnel because I hit something hard. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a loud buzzing noise. The kind of sound you hear when something blows up in you ear and leaves your ears buzzing. What a way to go.

It was one of those extremely sunny days today. So bright that it seemed like the sun wanted to blind you. It had been a while since I had been outside, so it was brighter for me. It was about noon when I left for the nearby village and 30 min’s past when I arrived. I had to pick up a few basic supplies; plus, I kind of needed the sunlight. I guess it took longer than I thought it would because before I knew it the sun was setting. The only thing I forgot was to get a new blanket, but everything was closing up early. Just my luck. I had gotten most of the things I needed already so it wasn’t to big of a problem. Watching all the people walking around at night seemed nice, and they started to disappear the further I walked away. Sometime passed and I finally made it back to my cave in the woods; I was so tired. I had a headache so I tried going to sleep. I missed the old times before I started doing this. It was so boring doing this over and over again. It was so much brighter before. I wasn’t always alone or so weak that just carrying supplies was enough to wipe me out. I remember a time when I would see people running to their homes the second the sun started to disappear. The night would be filled with the sounds of people hurrying to their home, doors locking and curtains being drawn. Then there would be silence. No more sounds of locking doors or people running; just silence. The people were afraid of nightfall and I never could understand why. I knew that there was something big hiding in the wood. Something big, with large teeth and claws. A very big wolf, but this was a nice wolf that has been by my side for so long. We would always play games after dark and practice hunting. It was fun, until they decided that they didn’t wan’t it to look after me anymore. My friend however, wouldn’t give up so easily to them, so they used violence to persuade her. Then everything just blurred together and faded. Lost, but far from forgotten.

(To be continued?)

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