Nyctophobia

Nyctophobia(drew) Nyctophobia.

It was never an ordinary day, The scent of lavender from a steaming water bottle curdling with a rotten tangy smell was overpowering... From horror movies i had watched before i knew what to expect if a demonic presence was lurking or had already tried to possess or accompany a innocent body. But in this case, it was me.

I woke up again that night with the same jolt that was accompanied by cold sweat and palpitation. The lights from the hotels glimmering showboard penetrated through the crevice of the curtains and painted the walls red, as i sat up on the bed. I decided to calm myself with a glass of water and it is then that unsettling question - What is more irregular? A man, two paces away, is about to attack another one sitting in front of a laptop with a shadowy weapon Or that it is me who is sitting with the laptop. I don’t quite find out the answer and i find myself waking up to a reminiscent jolt, sweating profusely. Just then as i do every other night astonishingly, i see the very familiar figure standing over by my rectangular shaped mirror admiring there dismantled face, A few moments later a sickle bluntly dismembers his neck this profoundly alterd what seemed to be the whole course of my beliefs. My heart rapidly sunk deeper into my stomach and my body quivers… As i lie with one hand dangled over the side of my bed i wondered why such a simple act had always unnerved me since childhood.

waking up in the middle of the night has frequently came common for me, Someone’s in here is the only thought that runs through my mind.. i turn on the light, No one’s there. yet, as i lay back down you’re still there watching me. And you’ll always be there, embracing me, every night.
Because darkness is not the only absence of light.

Nyctophobia, or fear of the dark is something which plays a role in my life...sleeping with one lamp on or any light source seeping through the cracks of my door will help me sleep peacefully without the feeling of paralyzation within myself, lost.. helplessly trying to redeem myself for what is known as fear. in some cases i fear the unknown, what could be lurking or watching me while i lay burrowing myself in my own thoughts. Hiding under the blanket doesn’t appeal me the way it did when i was younger, Because although your hiding under a blanket when your scared to try and avoid your worse nightmare, doesn’t mean if you can’t see it, it can’t see you...