Fear

I am afraid of old houses. They scare me to no end. Big windows that I cant see past much else but the initial glare of my reflection and, if I look really hard I can see the outline of someone else's home. It is dark. It is scary. Every noise scares me. Every bump. Everything that I hear is like loud thunder in my ears. I know there is nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing but my imagination playing tricks on me but I cannot help but to be afraid.

There are no boogeymen anywhere out to get me. There is nothing in my closet or under my bed. The creek that i hear is the fridge. The scratching comes from the trees and the wind. The

feeling of wet against my back? that is the easiest of all , a dog but still it makes me cringe and jump. The random clattering of dishes isn't a burglar or a thief it is just gravity. And the noise that sounds like a triangle is actually the dryer.

I dont know why I get so afraid but I do. Someday though, someday I will overcome this paranoia and move on from it. Then life will be so much easier, maybe then I can go to a scary movie and not freak out as much as I do at present.