True Fear

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young girl meets True Fear.

This is about the night that I met True Fear. He is a terrible thing. He is something that cannot be shaken off easily. There are other Fears, like Nervous Fear, but True Fear is the worst by far. I never forgot about that night. Even after death, that dark memory frightens me. But there is something worse than any of the Fears and that is The Feeling. When you were alone in the dark as a child, you probably felt it. Inside, you knew that something living in the dark was going to grab and eat you. You'd quickly leave the room or turn on the light to escape The Feeling. Even after you reached the safety of the light, you'd still feel nervous and afraid, because you knew that somewhere in the darkness, something was waiting for you to come, and then it would finally take you.
On that terrible night, I was alone. It was my parents' anniversery, and they wanted to spend the evening alone having dinner at a restraunt for once. They thought I was old enough to watch myself. I thought so too, but I secretly wished that I could have someone in the house with me. The thought of being alone in a big, dark house with no neighbors close by made my spine shiver.
I walked them to the door and bade them a good night. I intended to go to bed early that night. As soon as they left, I locked the door and closed all the curtains. I turned on all the lights in the living room, creating a little nest of warmth and safety for my nervous mind. I turned on the TV and tried to find a good channel to watch. I flipped to the local news station and waited for the commercials to finish up. Nothing special happened in the world that day, just the usual misery and turmoil.
I flipped through the channels again and found a movie playing on HBO. It was kind of cheesy, but it was better than sitting in silence. I had watched it for about 5 minutes when all the lights went out. A short scream automatically escaped my lips before I figured out what happened. Of all nights for the power to go out, it had to be the one when I was left alone.
My heart was pounding as I sat there on the couch in the dark. For a moment, my body and mind was paralyzed. I forced myself to snap out of it and think. I had to get out a flashlight so I wouldn't have to walk into walls all night, not that I intended to be walking around much. I wanted to just sit on the couch and read a book with my flashlight until my parents came home. I knew I wouldn't be able to summon up the courage to walk up the flight of stairs and then down the hallway to my room, even after I got the flashlight.
So, I got myself to stand and start feeling my way to the kitchen. Suddenly, my toe rammed into a wall and I buckled and fell to the floor. I gave a short scream and I got tense. The Feeling was starting to creep up on me. I jerkily got up and walked to where I knew the drawers were in the kitchen. I felt the sink in front of me and then started feeling for the small drawer to the right. I pulled it open and dove my hand into the pile of junk and gripped the shape of the flashlight. I pulled it out and quickly flipped the switch. There was no light.
I could hear True Fear knock
I immediately began feeling for some new batteries in the drawer. I found what I thought what might be the right size. I opened the battery slot and tried to force the batteries in before I realized I hadn't even taken the old ones out.
True Fear opened the door for himself and walked in. The Feeling had already possessed me. I was starting to get a creeping sensation up my spine and I was shaking.
I dumped the old batteries out of the flashlight and onto the counter and again tried to put the batteries in. They were not the right size.
I could hear him coming down the hallway.
I put the batteries on the counter and jerked my hand into the drawer again and grabbed two batteries. Without thinking, I put them into the flashlight and flipped the switch. Still, my little beam of comfort would not show. I dumped the batteries into my hand and tried to switch them into the right position.
He was in the room now.
I was beginning to breath heavily and a cold sweat covered my quivering skin. I put the batteries in again and flipped the switch. Right then, it was too late for me because my savior failed to show. True Fear was with me now.
I panicked and dropped the flashlight. I bolted for the door. Again, I stubbed my toe and fell to the floor. The Thing was definitely going to take me now. I was alone in the dark, lying on the floor, practically helpless. I opened my mouth and started screaming. My arms began to flail around, as if to beat away arms that would take hold of my throat and silence me. Tears began to pour from my eyes. I turned my body and got up to escape The Thing. I limped to the front door and tried to open it. The handle would not turn. I began to scream again. I turned around, my eyes searching for The Thing. I could hear it coming.
I turned and tried to open the door again. It finally hit me that I needed to unlock the door to get out. I quickly unlocked it and pulled the door open. I threw myself out and hit a heavy figure in front of me. I began to scream again. It had its hands on my shoulders and it was starting to lean towards me. I began to beat its chest with my fists and tried to push it away. It began to talk. It was talking in a concerned voice! What was this? My eyes finally focused and I realized it was my father. They were home.
After that incident, my parents didn't leave me at home alone. I wouldn't allow them to. I was also sent to a psychologist to talk about what had happened. I tried to describe The Feeling and this new found Fear, but the doctor just waved it off and told me that sometimes it's hard to get over childish fears. I thought that the doctor might be able to help me, but I was wrong. Now, I am alone.
Just like how I was left alone in the dark.
I was given some little pills to take but I threw them away. Little caplets of drugs could never get rid of The Thing or The Feeling or True Fear.
I became a very strange, lonely person. No one would listen to a young teen's ravings of things in the dark.
After five years, I couldn't handle it anymore. My only companion was True Fear. During one of his attacks, I got a gun and I shot myself in the head.
With that one bullet, I killed myself and wounded him. He seemed to fade away, but then I knew he was coming back when The Feeling showed up. The Thing still wants me. I cannot be rid of it. True Fear is healing. And when it is well again, it will take me and bring me to The Thing. Then I will cease to exist.


Submitted: February 04, 2009

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Kaden Frontae

wow. I have to say, a very well written short story. Ir really sheds some light into some of the thoughts and feelings of an Nyctophobe (or an Autophobe) and how they can actually manifest thier fears into some real being that dosent really exist but is real to them. I also find the message about how society takes phobias and phycotic fears and dismisses them as regular "teen troubles" or "stress" when there actually real psychological problems very strong and true. all in all, i really like this. a little bleak and frightening, but who says that that's ever a bad thing, eh?
P.S., thanks for the comment on my page.

Tue, February 10th, 2009 10:40pm

Author
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Thank you. I'm thinking about making this story longer by showing what happens after the girl dies. We'll see.

Tue, February 10th, 2009 4:19pm

tyler

This was different. I liked that. It was writen very well. good job. I will have to read more of your stuff.

Ty

Wed, February 11th, 2009 7:57pm

Author
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Thanks. You should read the sequel. It sort of explains a bit of what was going on in True Fear.

Wed, February 11th, 2009 4:19pm

Hunter Boyd

I really enjoyed this! The extended metaphor (Conceit?) was a real treat becaue i love that kind of stuff. I have one cool idea for you to chew on. when, in the begining, you mention other fears extend the list and add qualifiers or descriptions of these other fears. I think it would make all these sides of fear seem very seperate and would really deepen your metaphor. I loved it though. :)

Thu, February 12th, 2009 6:08am

Author
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Thanks for the idea. I'll definitely think about that one.

Thu, February 12th, 2009 10:16am

Midnight Rose

OMG!!!WONDERFUL.SCARY, DARK,THRILLING! BRAVO! ;0)M

Wed, March 18th, 2009 2:25am

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Thank you.

Mon, March 23rd, 2009 11:38am

neverregret

that was real intense, it kept me on my toes the whole time. i like that. very thrilling and i have to say i was intrigued. a little scary here, a little psychological there, real interesing. i like it a lot. great job!
-Kris

Mon, April 13th, 2009 11:59pm

Author
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Before I wrote this, my boyfriend and I were talking about a book called House of Leaves. It's pretty creepy. Then we got into other things that scare us and such. Then I got the idea for this story.

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Mon, April 13th, 2009 5:51pm

Classy Peach

Beautifully written.
You have a wonderful mind.
If you search out booksie author, Swineshead, you will find some similiar stories/writing that are much too fun to read. He hasn't posted in probably 10 months, but what he does have (if he is still on here) reminds me of you.

Again, a very refreshing story.
The imagery pounced for me.

Fri, April 24th, 2009 6:43pm

Author
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Thank you. I will check it out soon.

Fri, April 24th, 2009 11:50am

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