I am brave enough to admit that I am afraid of the dark. The dancing shadows and house noises that sound strange when the lights go off.
I’m five years old and I wake up from a bad dream. The shadows look like someone is standing in the closet or sitting in the rocking chair. My heart is beating fast and I am sweating but I keep the covers pulled up to my chin and lay perfectly still. If I don’t move, the monsters can’t get me.
I want to make a run for it but I am paralyzed. If I move, the person I think is under the bed will grab me and pull me under. After some period of time I leap from the bed and run all the way down the hall to my parent’s bedroom. They will protect me.
After I calm down, they take me back to my room. They turn on the light, look under my bed, in the closet and behind the curtains. I really want to sleep in their bed but I am put back in mine. Facing my fears and all that.
My fear of the dark continues as I grow up and even now in adulthood. Not as often but sometimes just as scary. My husband travels occasionally for work and will be gone overnight. If I awaken in the night and hear a strange noise, my imagination starts to ramp up and I am that same little girl laying perfectly still with the covers up to my chin.
I know in my mind it is irrational but the dark just makes things scarier. So, I turn some lights on so I can see there are no monsters in the house and lay back down. There is no rational basis for my fear but it is there just the same.
Are you afraid of the dark? Are you afraid of something else? I would love to hear what you are afraid of in the comments below.