I was at a party once when I heard someone scream out loud. I was intrigued and scared at the same time. I went into the room to find a few kids watching a horror show on the television.
As a kid I was scared of ghosts. I was scared of darkness and being all alone. I would always imagine things like I was not alone. Someone was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Once I grew up to the age of about 13-14, it was hard to admit that I was scared.
I sat down and started watching the show with others. There was a man who turned into a werewolf when he saw blood. It looked so real to my 13 year old brain that I got scared. Somewhere in my brain, it had left a deep imprint which was not to go away easily.
I wasn't able to sleep for weeks. All I could do was think of the werewolf. Being a kid, I was surrounded by colors; red in particular was not scanty and that was not helping. I couldn't shut my eyes at night to look for something which might come upon me. I would lie there in bed and listen hard, trying to listen to the footsteps. Often I heard things but I didn't know what they were.
One day I came back from school and mom was just leaving for the market. Dad had not come back from his office yet. I was to be all alone in the whole house. I could feel my heart pounding; even listen to it. My pupils were completely dilated and peripheral vision started playing tricks. A simple shadow of a vase would scare the wits out of me.
I heard this eerie noise coming from my bedroom. I could feel my hair stand as the noise grew louder. I didn't know what it was, but it was not good. I felt the need to see for myself where the noise was coming from. I was scared beyond comprehension and sweating, but I made my way to my bedroom. It seemed like the noise was coming from the dressing table. My heart was pounding harder now as if it were trying to make it's way out. I went and stood in front of the mirror and there he was, standing in front of me; the wolf.
As a kid I was scared of ghosts. I was scared of darkness and being all alone. I would always imagine things like I was not alone. Someone was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Once I grew up to the age of about 13-14, it was hard to admit that I was scared.
I sat down and started watching the show with others. There was a man who turned into a werewolf when he saw blood. It looked so real to my 13 year old brain that I got scared. Somewhere in my brain, it had left a deep imprint which was not to go away easily.
I wasn't able to sleep for weeks. All I could do was think of the werewolf. Being a kid, I was surrounded by colors; red in particular was not scanty and that was not helping. I couldn't shut my eyes at night to look for something which might come upon me. I would lie there in bed and listen hard, trying to listen to the footsteps. Often I heard things but I didn't know what they were.
One day I came back from school and mom was just leaving for the market. Dad had not come back from his office yet. I was to be all alone in the whole house. I could feel my heart pounding; even listen to it. My pupils were completely dilated and peripheral vision started playing tricks. A simple shadow of a vase would scare the wits out of me.
I heard this eerie noise coming from my bedroom. I could feel my hair stand as the noise grew louder. I didn't know what it was, but it was not good. I felt the need to see for myself where the noise was coming from. I was scared beyond comprehension and sweating, but I made my way to my bedroom. It seemed like the noise was coming from the dressing table. My heart was pounding harder now as if it were trying to make it's way out. I went and stood in front of the mirror and there he was, standing in front of me; the wolf.
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