story on biggest fear
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I am very scared of stormy nights. Once I had a very sad experience. It was a cloudy day. In the evening we went out to play in the park. But suddenly the clouds became darker and there was thunder and lightning. A strong wind started blowing. Quickly all my friends and my elder brother gathered our things and we started running towards our house. I was holding a water bottle in my hand.
While running the bottle slipped from my hand so I had to bend down to pick it up. But because of the strong wind it rolled away. I went behind it and tried to pick it up. In the process I lost sight of the others. They did not notice that I was left behind. Big drops of rain started falling and visibility was low.
I tried to see which was the right way to my house. But I was so scared that I could not remember the correct way. I was all alone. It was becoming darker. The wind became more fierce and there was thunder and lightning. I was almost carried away by the strong wind when I caught hold of a tree trunk. Its branches were shaking and I was getting more scared.
It seemed to be a long night. I was drenched with rain. The wind was biting cold. Darkness enveloped me from all around. Since then I have developed a fear of storms and darkness.There I was, standing in that alleyway, looking at it dead in the eye. My mind told me to run, my heart told me to run faster, but my legs had already given up.
Those red eyes still haunt me to this day. And as they approached me, I began to feel how my mind began to curdle, how my stomach churned, how the feeling of survival slowly crept away from me.
As the red eyes approached near me, I could see the glint in its eyes. A sparkle. A sparkle that said, “you are dead”. And with that look, all I remember last was looking as his gaze widened and he lept towards me with a crackling cry.
I woke up in a jiffy. It had happened again. The same god-forsaken dream.
But what was worse, was that I knew that I had to face it again. When I got out of bed and leave my house, it will be there to greet me. When I would cross the street, it would be there with a sarcastic smile, with an undertone of creepiness. Even though all these encounters lasted only a moment, to me it felt like hours.
Facing my fear for me was not an option but rather a necessity, because it was everywhere.
To this day, it still stands outside my doors and waits for me to go to sleep, just to hound me again.
To all those wondering what my fear is, my fear is the most adorable yet ferocious urban animal that has made cities its habitat.
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DOGS!!!