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Only Fear is Fear Itself
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No one believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No one believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
Published 2nd May 2012
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2nd May 2012 3:09am
I have been sitting here stunned by this amazing piece of atmospheric writting. It is a phenomenal work, dripping fear, building the suspense and, just when you think the tension is released, you hit us with the open last line....was a dream or reality? You have THE most amazing tallent so please continue using it to these outstanding effects.
Thank you so much for leaving me with freaked-out thoughts just before bed!!
D x
Thank you so much for leaving me with freaked-out thoughts just before bed!!
D x
3rd May 2012 4:11am
That was incredible, I love it. You have an extraordinary mind!I can't wait to read more pieces like this by you. I almost thought Edgar Allen Poe wrote this himself but really this has to be the best poetic story I've read so far:)
You are truly amazing:)
Keep writing, maybe even write a book:)
You are truly amazing:)
Keep writing, maybe even write a book:)
17th May 2012 4:40am
