I Am Afraid Of Fear

I AM AFRAID OF FEAR


On a restful sunday evening, I ventured to give my hands a bit of discomfort to write a small passage. I confined myself to its shortness for I did not want the busy readers to get distracted from their work.

When I was busy in writing, suddenly, almost audible, but not intentionally made sound neared my converged mind. I ignored it for the first time, so did I, the second time. I wanted to do the same thing every time the sound came, but I believed in the existence of supernatural things.

The sound was like someone doing some work stealthily in a vacant neighbour room. I was in a dilemma whether to walk to the room and sense the ghastly material inside, but my shivering body and confused mind had cought me in a horrible stagnancy. I was acting as I was a brave person but beneath the curtain there was the real fear.

I had no other option than to straighten up my bent knees and I decided so.The increasing sound was intensifying in my mind the terrifying feelings. Somehow I managed to opt for the fearful decision.

I started marching towards the haunted room. The scene was similar to a warrior venturing for a war of a lifetime.I was with a stick, a shoe to throw, and FEAR. I forwarded my first step towards the room.

I went near the room and stood in front as if I was asking permission to get in. The only thing I wanted was to escape but my controlled hand raised and the door opened.

The darkness in front aroused in the daylight as I closed my eyes, and the sound continued. I slowly opened my eyes as a baby opens its eyes to watch the world for the first time.

I found myself shameful and felt harassed because the prediction alone was horrible. The thing I was afraid of was a sweet little cat playing joyfully with things.

Under the illusion of false fear, I lost my neat, composed, and restful sunday evening which was never to comeback.