Nyctophobia

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I might expand this to a bigger story, with this just being the introduction to the "monster" or whatever you want to call it.

Anna is walking home late from work.
On her way she faces true horror and evil.

Hope i can scare you a little bit ;)

Submitted: March 27, 2016

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Nyctophobia

 

 

Introduction

 

Fear of Darkness – Nyctophobia

 

Many kids and adults are known to suffer from the fear of darkness or night phobia. Several non-clinical terminologies are used for describing this phobia, namely: Nyctophobia, Scotophobia, Lygophobia as well as Achluophobia.

The word Nyctophobia is derived from Greek ‘Nyctus ‘meaning night or darkness and Phobos which means deep fear or dread.

It is common for children to be irrationally fearful of the dark; their brain perceives frightful images of ‘what would happen’ once the lights are turned off. However, it is also not uncommon to see adults suffering from Achluophobia.

 

For me the fear of the dark is the fear of the unknown. We all fear what we don’t know. This is where racism originates. It’s why we rather buy the brand of toilet paper we always use; go to the same pizzeria we always go to. The fear of what might be, what might happen if we step out of these well known routines. As we grow up we loose some of these fears. We don’t need to have the light on anymore when we go asleep. We try out new food or maybe explore new countries. But  despite this we nearly always find our way back to the common, back to the known.

 Let me explain this idea with an example:

 Let’s say you move to a new city. You don’t know anything there and you make new experiences every day. Two weeks there a friend of yours shows you his favourite bar. Next day you go there again. After two more weeks you already call the bartender by name and would never consider drinking in a different bar. Even though you are in this for you completely unknown territorial, as soon as you get to know something you stick with it, holding onto this one thing which is familiar, which you know now.

Also the fear itself never completely vanishes. You still feel it when the clothes rack in your bedroom, with your coat over it, looks like someone would be standing in front of your bed. You are still suspicious and ready for anything when you walk home late at night, maybe coming from said bar, and see the silhouette of another person coming towards you.

 

This story might be the start of something bigger, but so far it is the story of a woman walking home from work. On her way she faces true horror and evil.

 

 

 

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Anna was tired. She just wanted to come home as soon as possible, make herself a cup of tea, grab a good book and lie down in her bed where she would read until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. It’s been a long day at work and Cassie has been a real bitch today. Constantly complaining, saying Anna should hurry bringing the clothes back that where left in the changing rooms. During lunch in the Starbucks next to the H&M store she’s working at, she first spilled her coffee and then had to listen to Charlie, whining about how his date with Phil didn’t go as good as he wanted it too. Anna had no Idea who Phil is, but she didn’t care either so she didn’t ask. Now it was nearly eight and of course she missed the bus so she had to walk. It was just getting better and better.

It is November, why after about half an hour – the way home normally takes her 45 minutes if she walks – the sun is already completely gone. Street lamps are guiding her way as she walks down a deserted small street – Lehane Street if she’s right – and it slowly starts to rain, little water drops silently hitting the asphalt in front of her, the rain clearly visible under in the light of the lamps, but non-existent in the darkness around them.

Anna sees a man coming out of one of the side streets walking directly towards her. She tenses as he is coming closer. His body is forming a dark silhouette as he approaches her, his hood hiding his face. She is ready to start sprinting away and flee any second as the silhouette is only about four feet away from her now and… as he passes she can see that under the hood there is the friendly face of an elderly man, smiling at her and nodding a polite hello. She smiles back at him, suddenly feeling bad for mistaking the old man as… whatever she was thinking he would be. It’s just this darkness. It would even make a little puppy look like the deadly dog out of this Stephen King novel. What was his name again? Something unusual, Hugo or Hujo or… “Excuse me” Anna jumps back, ready for anything, just to find herself looking in the kind green eyes of the old man from earlier again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, young lady.” he said with a soft and caring voice. “Oh no, I’m sorry, I just… I guess I’m just a little jumpy, because of the… the dark and all.” She answered.

“Oh yes, it really is a sombre night, isn’t it? I just wanted to know, I hope it isn’t too much to ask, if you could maybe help me out with something. See, I let my keys fall down when I wanted to unlock the door of my house – it’s just over there,” he pointed towards a small gate two houses down the road, “and as said, there isn’t much light out here, not even the moon is visible, and also I seem to have forgotten my glasses at the café. That’s just typical for me, you know. I’d always forget everything. My wife used to always laugh about this. Anyway, it would help me a lot if you could maybe help me find the keys?”

Anna was tired and really didn’t feel like searching in the grass for someone else’s keys, but she also felt sorry for him. He seemed so helpless, as he was standing there in the rain. “No problem. I’m sure we’ll find them.”

The man, he told her his name was John Boyds – “but you can just call me Johnny” – led her down a small stone path up to the small front porch of a humble but pretty wooden house. Trees surrounded it, bushes and some kind of green flower Anna didn’t know.

“It must be somewhere right here, I’m sure.” He said, gesturing to the wooden planks underneath them. She wasn’t able to see anything on the ground in front of her. She turned around. “Do you maybe have a torch?” Johnny gave her an innocent but apologizing look. “Inside yes. But not here, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got my mobile” she said, took her smartphone out and turned on the assistive light. The lights beam fell on the wooden planks below her. They were completely clean and fresh, as if the porch has only been build yesterday. She looked around, panning the light from left to right and back again, but she wasn’t able to see anything except for wood.

“Is it not there? I hope it didn’t fall into one of the gaps between the planks.” The old man said and then, weirdly laughing: “We would never get it out of there.”

Anna got down on one knee and than bend down, shining the lamp between one of the gaps, trying to get a look at what is underneath.

What she saw took her breath away. Her heart filled with horror and disgust. Under the porch she saw what must have been thousands of all kinds of insects. Small spiders scuttled over cockroaches, cockroaches climbed over huge bugs and bigger spiders like she has never seen before, most of them coloured in a poisonous green, some completely piteous. Big red ants where everywhere, and between all of them was a thin viper wriggling over and under them, so long, she didn’t know where she started. Anna jumped up with a high scream of surprise ,fear and abhorrence. She turned around and vomited on the planks, which now didn’t look new to her anymore, but were dirty and rotten. “Do you like my little friends?” The old man said, laughing his thin and high pitched laugh. “Do you want to join them?” “No,” she gasped. “No, no, no, no, NO!” She ran down the steps of the porch. The stone path was gone. Instead there was a surging see of black. Waves of a substance, which reminded her of wet tar clashed against the stairs, leaving hissing puddles behind. She turned around again, staring directly into the wide smile and the bilious green eyes of the old man.

A snake winded itself around his neck, the same viper she saw crawling under the porch just a few minutes ago, and it was hissing and snapping at her, but the man held it back, stroking it with his left. Anna screamed as loud as she could, screamed for help at first, but when she realized there wouldn’t be any she kept on screaming. Because she wanted to, because she needed to, because it made her feel save, as if she could just scream this bizarre nightmare away. She screamed out her fear, her hopelessness, her disbelief, and she screamed until her lungs felt like they would burst and her head was aching. But no matter how loud she screamed, she never was able to scream loud enough. No matter how loud she screamed, she always heard the old mans terrible laughter beneath her voice, not only heard it, but felt it beneath her skin.

 


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