The Demon In Me
by Brianna W.
Fear. A twisted, devouring shadow. It lurks in the corners, cunningly waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the young child to hear a voice in the closet, or for curious children standing in front of a mirror in a dark bathroom. It waits, silently, deadly, and impatient. And yet, fear is inevitable. For everyone fears something. Fear is a quiet flame in every being's soul. It is the candle, whose flame goes out in a ghostly wind.
Fear is an everlasting fire, forever burning, forever destroying. It is the quiet, yet powerful voice on the wind, whispering your darkest fears that suddenly seem to be reality. It is the tree branch, tap tap tapping on your window. A foreboding sound of something yet to come.
But what does come? A sudden phase of screaming? Running? Hiding? Al that happens is that, once again, fear has gotten the best of you. Fear is an illusion, consuming the mind in the darkest things, a mental blackout. Fear is a demon. Cunningly luring you to trust him. He lets you follow him into the darkness, and inescapable midnight.
Fear is inside you. In your heart, in your soul. It is the scream that escapes your lips, the tremor running through your body. Fear is that unknown feeling in your gut, that devouring feeling of dread. Fear is a betrayer, a liar. Twisting reality into every being
's worst nightmare. For that is what fear is, a nightmare. A nightmare of the most horrifying kind.