This is my first and only entry for the 'MAMA Scared Stiff' contest. I originally didn't intend to participate, but I had plenty of nudges and encouragements, so I would give it a go and have some fun. I apologize on how dark it is, but it all varies on the monitor.
I think the worst fear I recall as a child is how vividly foreign your bedroom can look when all the lights are out, how empty the house can feel, and how loud the silence is. It becomes all too clear when your sleep is disrupted and your disorientation is mistaken for fearful clarity. Peering into the darkness of your once familiar room, watching as the static slowly warps everything, your imagination working against you- and then. You see him...
That thing from closet- Because you carelessly left it open...
You hide under your blanket and peek as he emerges from the darkness,
You stare as the shadows allow him to move and yet he doesn't seem to get any closer,
Like a silent waltz, it goes on forever and you never dare break eye contact, for some unspoken rule that it'll beckon him closer.
Then exhaustion claims you...
When you awake the next morning you realize you were staring at a chair with a jacket hanging off it, you laugh, and you go on with your daily routine of being a child, completely unaware that he will be back the next night in some way, shape or form.
Honestly a large mixture between fear, imagination and a dark bedroom fueled many nightmares for me. Whether they stemmed from the attic, a basement- my closet was the worst.