Monday, September 13

Basic Fear.

The other day I was asked what my greatest fear was. The questioner wanted a primal, unreasonable answer; none of the standard "being alone, being unloved" pop-psychology stuff. So I confessed.

I think I must be the only person in the world who consciously fears this; I've never heard of it from anyone else. Proof positive that my imagination is too big for its boots.

I often go to bed late at night. I turn off the television or the computer and then I switch off the light; I walk up the dark stairs and into the dark kitchen, lit only by the green glow of the clock on the microwave. I walk down the dark hallway, sliding my hands along the walls to guide me. I am utterly blind.

And as I push open the door to my bedroom, standing there in the black, I have a suffocating, paralyzing thought. Every single night. The thought is this:

That someone or something is already laying in my bed, waiting for me to crawl in with them.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I never thought of that *before*... but now I'll be all freaked out every night. Thanks a lot! :P

Have you ever read a short story called "The Human Chair"? I had to read it for a philosophy course, and the teacher delighted in freaking us all out. It's a little bit like what you described. You might be interested (but don't read it just before bed, or alone in the house).

~Cordelia

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