My Best Narrative

Edmunds Elementary School - Burlington, Vermont

"Fear Phobia"

By Edil

“It’s very dark,” I thought to myself. All I could think was “Why didn’t I go with them!” I started to cry and whimper without a sound.

My despair had just begun minutes ago. My mom and my sister asked me if I wanted to go with them to City Market and buy milk and bread but I didn’t want to go. So I just sat on my bed, finger knitting. I was about to turn on the radio next to my piano and my sister’s bed then all of a sudden the lights went off. It was pitch dark, the darkness was surrounding me, the shadows lurking around me, it was the predator and I was its prey. I slowly walked, touching everything to keep my equilibrium. Trying to finger a light switch. One hand was up in the air and the other was on the ground (I didn’t want hit my feet on something hard, my room is VERY messy) “Aha” I said. What I thought was a light switch, was actually my sister’s small flashlight. When I turned it on I saw everything in a different eye. I tried to flip it on, but the lights would never turn on. It must have been a power malfunction. I was scared. I started to hear cracking and creaking noises in my mom’s room. If this day wants war, I will give it a battle I thought. I went back into my room and got multiple pillows, got a belt and tied them on me. Then I got my beloved Wiggly White Cat (the name was on the tag when I got it for my birthday) another belt and tied it on my head. Then I got a yellow broom for a sword and the hardest pillow I could find as a shield. I was ready to fight. Now I heard scraping. I found myself screaming into the room. The only light came from the moon. I turned the flash light in different directions. North. South. East. West. I checked out the window, but the creaking and the scraping noise had ended. No amount of therapy would fix this day.

Now I was horrified, but confused. I was confused because I thought that once I got to the window that who or what was making the noise would be confronted. I was also horrified that who or what was on its way to my apartment. I heard faint, little footsteps. They got louder and louder by the second. The sound could be coming from anywhere! The number one place where the noise would or could be coming from was the door. I got a snow shovel and put it on the door knob. Put the lock in and got some pots and pans from the kitchen. I put them in front of the door just in case someone or something wants to try to get in. I was still whimpering. I was petrified with fear even though the noise stopped. My doom was about to begin. I could hear claw sounds. I dropped the flashlight and put my hands on my ears. The flashlight was my only hope of fortification. The noise sounded exactly like long nails scratching on a chalk board. I ran to the door, forgetting the trap that I set. I fell. I slowly got up to the eyehole in true soreness. I could only make out the faint outline of a cat. I didn’t believe it. I needed more proof. “Meow, meow”. I got the proof. I realized I was just scared of nothing except my own fear. I had true fear phobia. A fear of fears. Everything can be mistaken if your home alone with the lights off when you are eight.