A Description Of Fear
Alex N
EIV AP
p.1
The worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The fear of not knowing. When you turn around, but there is nothing there. When you feel like you are being watched, but there’s nothing there. When you hear your name called out, but you are alone. That is the essence of fear. There are creatures, monsters, that feed off this fear. They incite doubt to feed, worry to drink, and fear to grow. Monsters live off of fear, like a parasite feeding, it eats and eats taking away hope, changing joy into terror until there is naught a glimmer of happiness left. You see they are never sated. Fear is their lifeblood, their soul, their very being and reason of existence. Monsters hunt looking for those who can give them their next meal. …show more content…
It is a ruthless hunter with a voracious appetite. Legend claim the Acerbus being the pet of the horseman of the apocalypse, Famine, rivaling and even surpassing the dark horseman’s hunger. I came across one during my return home for the Christmas season. It was the 15th of December 2001; the cold and storms had canceled my flight until further notice. I collected my bags from the airport calling a taxi to get back into town. A florescent yellow car pulled up advertising the latest television sensation. I put my suitcase into the trunk and climbed in. The driver looked back, glazing over me with a jaded indifference. A cap hid his greying hairline and aged lines covered his face a memento from the long weariness of a hard …show more content…
Her hair was strewn about, disheveled. with a craziness about it that was also somehow shaped itself into a patterned style.
“I’ll need a room for a few night” I replied. “Oh and I’d like a wake up call for Friday as well. At six if possible.”
“That’s no problem at all” she replied typing furiously at her computer ”…and done.” Here are the keys. The room will be on the second floor fifth door on the right enjoy your stay.” I thanked her before collecting my belongings and taking the stairs up to my room. The hallways, like the lobby, were carpeted in a faded gray sheet. The hall dimly lit, echoed the sounds of people’s morning routines. I slid in my key and turned. The room was nothing unique. A single queen sized bed, more pillows than any person could want, and a small bathroom. I set my bags down, grabbed a fresh pair of clothes, and went to take a shower. A small squeak preceded the torrent of warmth that passed out of the spout. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me, forgetting about the harsh winter outside. The moon shone full outside, and a tranquil quiet surrounded me. Snow drifted down in thick sheets. I closed my eyes and there was nothing. The warm water washing around me turned into a mellow cool. It was as if the world around me had disappeared. Nothingness. Except a brief flicker
EIV AP
p.1
The worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The fear of not knowing. When you turn around, but there is nothing there. When you feel like you are being watched, but there’s nothing there. When you hear your name called out, but you are alone. That is the essence of fear. There are creatures, monsters, that feed off this fear. They incite doubt to feed, worry to drink, and fear to grow. Monsters live off of fear, like a parasite feeding, it eats and eats taking away hope, changing joy into terror until there is naught a glimmer of happiness left. You see they are never sated. Fear is their lifeblood, their soul, their very being and reason of existence. Monsters hunt looking for those who can give them their next meal. …show more content…
It is a ruthless hunter with a voracious appetite. Legend claim the Acerbus being the pet of the horseman of the apocalypse, Famine, rivaling and even surpassing the dark horseman’s hunger. I came across one during my return home for the Christmas season. It was the 15th of December 2001; the cold and storms had canceled my flight until further notice. I collected my bags from the airport calling a taxi to get back into town. A florescent yellow car pulled up advertising the latest television sensation. I put my suitcase into the trunk and climbed in. The driver looked back, glazing over me with a jaded indifference. A cap hid his greying hairline and aged lines covered his face a memento from the long weariness of a hard …show more content…
Her hair was strewn about, disheveled. with a craziness about it that was also somehow shaped itself into a patterned style.
“I’ll need a room for a few night” I replied. “Oh and I’d like a wake up call for Friday as well. At six if possible.”
“That’s no problem at all” she replied typing furiously at her computer ”…and done.” Here are the keys. The room will be on the second floor fifth door on the right enjoy your stay.” I thanked her before collecting my belongings and taking the stairs up to my room. The hallways, like the lobby, were carpeted in a faded gray sheet. The hall dimly lit, echoed the sounds of people’s morning routines. I slid in my key and turned. The room was nothing unique. A single queen sized bed, more pillows than any person could want, and a small bathroom. I set my bags down, grabbed a fresh pair of clothes, and went to take a shower. A small squeak preceded the torrent of warmth that passed out of the spout. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me, forgetting about the harsh winter outside. The moon shone full outside, and a tranquil quiet surrounded me. Snow drifted down in thick sheets. I closed my eyes and there was nothing. The warm water washing around me turned into a mellow cool. It was as if the world around me had disappeared. Nothingness. Except a brief flicker