As a small child, I was afraid of very few things. My most impactful fear was fear of the dark. Not the dark itself, I was fine in the dark, but I was afraid of what might be in the dark. Harmless shadows would frighten the life out of me. The idea of “mysterious creatures” in my room didn’t let me sleep. Depending on the person, and the fear, it might take a different effect on them. “Mysterious creatures” in the dark wouldn’t let me get a drop of sleep. Sometimes I would scare myself to sleep, my mind amplifying the fictional threat by a million. I was scared that the creatures would either take me while I was asleep, or haunt me in my dreams. I shook with fear whenever I had to go somewhere dark alone. My unfinished basement was a big room of terror unless someone was with me. You might think this seems excessive for
As a small child, I was afraid of very few things. My most impactful fear was fear of the dark. Not the dark itself, I was fine in the dark, but I was afraid of what might be in the dark. Harmless shadows would frighten the life out of me. The idea of “mysterious creatures” in my room didn’t let me sleep. Depending on the person, and the fear, it might take a different effect on them. “Mysterious creatures” in the dark wouldn’t let me get a drop of sleep. Sometimes I would scare myself to sleep, my mind amplifying the fictional threat by a million. I was scared that the creatures would either take me while I was asleep, or haunt me in my dreams. I shook with fear whenever I had to go somewhere dark alone. My unfinished basement was a big room of terror unless someone was with me. You might think this seems excessive for