Fear Story

My Fear Story

When I was in about 6th grade, I got my first bedroom by myself. I remember the very first night of trying to go to bed I was super afraid of the dark. I had a dry towel hanging on the door but from laying in the bed it looked like some sort of shadow. I tried to put my head under the cover to think maybe the shadow would disappear but it didn’t. The complete knowledge of me knowing that a towel was hanging up was gone. I just assumed that a ghost was in my doorway waiting to get me. I screamed for my mother until she eventually came running out of her room and into mine. She looked like I had caused her to panic because all she heard was screaming. She cut on the light very quickly only for me to see nothing but a plain dry towel still hanging on the door. She took it down and stayed in my room until I fell asleep. From that day forward, I didn't have any big items hanging or sitting around my room that had a shadowy figure.

Fear Story Edited: 8/25

When I was in about 4th grade, I got my first bedroom by myself.  I had been begging my mom for so long to let me have my own bedroom so I was really excited. I remember the very first night of trying to go to bed I couldn’t. I was super afraid of being in the dark. Just the thought of everyone in the house being sleeping and me being left laying wide away in a dark room made me very anxious and frightened. I know that I couldn’t make a big deal out of it because I wanted my own room, so I tried to hide under my blanket. My thoughts were all over the place so when I looked from under the blanket, I looked directly at the door. I had a dry towel hanging on the door but from laying in the bed it looked like some sort of shadow. I tried to put my head back under the cover to think maybe the shadow would disappear but it didn’t. The complete knowledge of me knowing that a towel was hanging up was gone. I just assumed that a ghost was in my doorway waiting to get me. I screamed for my mother until she eventually came running out of her room and into mine. I was afraid to tell her why I screamed because I wanted to see all grown up. But I knew that I had to tell her because you can tell from her face that she was in panic mode because all she heard was screaming. She cut on the light very quickly only for me to see nothing but a plain dry towel still hanging on the door. I took a huge deep breath but I felt much more relaxed. I told my mom what happened and she took the towel down and stayed in my room until I fell asleep. The next night I was able to sleep in my room by myself. But from that day forward, I didn't have any big items hanging or sitting around my room that had a shadowy figure in order to avoid me getting scared again. As I look back, I realized that it was okay for me to still be afraid of the dark because I was just a little kid, which is what my mom explained to me back them. I also realized that no matter how old I’m it is nothing wrong with needing and calling for help.