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I’m Afraid of……
A Personal Narrative
Afraid Vocabulary
dazed bewildered petrified scared scary traumatized
Feared fear despise gruesome ugly awful
threshold helpless moaned pain cringed frightful
Faint agony Suffering anguish painful exposed
torture hurt
Monsters Mom dying Robbers Devil
Kidnappers Clowns Santa Claus Dolls
Tooth Fairy Nightmares Dark Bees
Mice/rats Divorce Leprechauns no friends
Sharks Spiders Flying Movie
Car Crash Roller Coaster
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The Devil Dressed Up Have you ever heard of an insane person in rainbow pants, large
shoes, a powdery white face, a scarlet red nose, a crazy orange wig and
tear drops falling from his face? If you haven’t you are the luckiest per-
son in the world! Clowns to me, are grotesque and frightening. I despise
glancing at these creatures! To me, a clown means a dreadful scare and pee in my
pants! Clowns are like devils in disguise to me.
Blackness
Blackness all around me. No visible lights around not even a night-
light or the moon to guide me. I am petrified of darkness. When the
clock reaches the pm hours, my body starts to shake a little. To me this
means that the bright sunny thing called a sun is dipping into the hori-
zon. All that equals darkness, blackness, and creepiness! I don’t know if
you have guessed this but I am terrified of pitch black nights. Darkness
plagues me on a daily basis.
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My fixation or scarification began when I was twenty
years old. Prior to these years, clowns were my friends. I grew up
with Bozo the Clown. Bozo was always jolly and cheerful. Howev-
er, all this changed my junior year in college. After visiting
Statesville Prison Haunted House, I’ve never envisioned the same
image of clowns in my head. I became deathly afraid of these horrifying crea-
tures.
I don’t remember the exact moment that darkness became my
enemy. I use to sleep comfortably in my bedroom dreaming won-
derful dreams while minding my own business. As I grew older
with age, the more violence that crept into my fragile mind. I
found that Television, I-pads, video games, and commercials aid-
ed in my terror of nights and darkness. Am I doomed to survive
the nights alone?
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I consider clowns to be the devil in disguise.
My life changed forever that night at the haunted
house. Now clowns, jump out at me in my dreams,
my thoughts, and my day to day chores. I can hardly
complete a day without seeing these freaks. I now
see clowns chasing me and scaring me at every opportunity that
they might have. I no longer see a cheery clown, now I spy a clown
with deadly teeth, paint melting down their faces and
a look of devilry dancing in their eyes. These clowns
have come for death.
.
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Darkness is not my friend and I have no
desire to become his friend. Darkness brings the
boogey man, zombies, monsters, shooters, and
criminals out to roam the Earth every night.
Blackness and darkness are not leaving my side
anytime soon. That leaves me with limited options. The night
is what scares me the most. I could switch on the light to help
me combat this evil thing. But, the light for some
reason always fails me. The time is still night time
and darkness is evil and always prevails!
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All in all to me clowns are dreadful crea-
tures dressed up in disguise. I have had many failed
attempts at making clowns my friends. I know that
they are out there in the world to scare me. But at
age 43, I have to be braver. All these creatures are, are just adults
and kids dressed up. Not one clown has ever actually attacked me.
So therefore there is no logical reason behind my fear.
I hope one day in the future, I will make these creatures
my friends. Until then, I will try my best to think of
clowns as jolly happy people.
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Over all darkness creeps me out. I have
thought of so many evil things roaming the streets
and my houses for far to long. I know that all of this
“Scarediness” is just my brain playing tricks on me.
There are no such things as monsters. However, my 8 year old
mind doesn’t actually know this yet. I hope in time that being
afraid of the dark will leave my fears. For now, I sleep
in a Star Wars sleeping bag on the floor in my moth-
er’s room. For now, I feel safest when I am closest to
my mom and four legged friend Chewie.
CLOWNS
The Devil Dressed Up
Have you ever heard of an insane person in rainbow pants,
large shoes, a powdery white face, a scarlet red nose, a crazy orange wig
and tear drops falling from his face? If you haven’t you are the luckiest per-
son in the world! Clowns to me, are grotesque and frightening. I despise
glancing at these creatures! To me, a clown means a dreadful scare and pee
in my pants! Clowns are like devils in disguise to me. My fixation or scarification began when I was twenty years old. Prior
to these years, clowns were my friends. I grew up with Bozo the Clown. Bozo
was always jolly and cheerful. However, all this changed my jun-
ior year in college. After visiting Statesville Prison Haunted
House, I’ve never envisioned the same image of clowns in my
head. I became deathly afraid of these horrifying creatures.
CLOWNS
The Devil Dressed Up
I consider clowns to be the devil in disguise. My life changed for-
ever that night at the haunted house. Now clowns, jump out at me in my
dreams, my thoughts, and my day to day chores. I can hardly complete a
day without seeing these freaks. I now see clowns chasing me and scaring
me at every opportunity that they might have. I no longer see a cheery
clown, now I spy a clown with deadly teeth, paint melting down their faces
and a look of devilry dancing in their eyes. These clowns have come for death.
All in all to me clowns are dreadful creatures dressed up in dis-
guise. I have had many failed attempts at making clowns my friends. I
know that they are out there in the world to scare me. But at age 43, I
have to be braver. All these creatures are, are just adults and kids
dressed up. Not one clown has ever actually attacked me. So therefore
there is no logical reason behind my fear. I hope one day in the future, I
will make these creatures my friends. Until then, I will try my best to
think of clowns as jolly happy people.
Blackness
Blackness all around me. No visible lights around not even a
nightlight or the moon to guide me. I am petrified of darkness.
When the clock reaches the pm hours, my body starts to shake a
little. To me this means that the bright sunny thing called a sun is
dipping into the horizon. All that equals darkness, blackness, and
creepiness! I don’t know if you have guessed this but I am terrified
of pitch black nights. Darkness plagues me on a daily basis.
I don’t remember the exact moment that darkness be-
came my enemy. I use to sleep comfortably in my bedroom
dreaming wonderful dreams while minding my own business. As
I grew older with age, the more violence that crept into my fragile
mind. I found that Television, I-pads, video games, and commer-
cials aided in my terror of nights and darkness. Am I doomed to
survive the nights alone?
Blackness
Darkness is not my friend and I have no desire to become
his friend. Darkness brings the boogey man, zombies, monsters,
shooters, and criminals out to roam the Earth every night. Blackness
and darkness are not leaving my side anytime soon. That leaves me
with limited options. The night is what scares me the most. I could
switch on the light to help me combat this evil thing. But, the light
for some reason always fails me. The time is still night time and darkness is evil and al-
ways prevails!
Over all darkness creeps me out. I have thought of so many evil things
roaming the streets and my houses for far to long. I know that all of this
“Scarediness” is just my brain playing tricks on me. There are no such things as
monsters. However, my 8 year old mind doesn’t actually know this yet. I hope
in time that being afraid of the dark will leave my fears. For now, I sleep in a Star
Wars sleeping bag on the floor in my mother’s room. For now, I feel safest
when I am closest to my mom and four legged friend Chewie.
.
Jolly Old Nothing
A plump round man dressed in red and white clothing
creeping into your home at night is not my idea of fun! To me,
this jolly man is a frightening creature. How does one person
think that stalking innocent children on a daily basis is a good
thing! I hate the idea that a person nobody really knows
sneaks into our homes in the middle of the night with an evil horrid laugh! To
me, this is the most absurd thing ever. Yes, I dread this jolly man called, the
world calls Santa. Ever since I can remember back to my childhood days, Santa
pops into my head. I believe my fears came at a very young age. Know-
ing that Santa can report to back to your parents on a daily basis gave
me the creeps! How could Old St. Nick know that I pulled my sister’s
hair??? Or used my mother’s lipstick on my dollies? All I know if that I
had a spy in my house and Santa was the culprit.
Jolly Old Nothing
I believe another way that Santa began to freak me was he was
EVERYWHERE! As a child, I didn’t understand how all the Santa’s in a 100
mile radius could possibly be the same guy and be at my house knowing if
was being naughty or nice. Every mall, every street corner, every party , the
Jolly Man was present. The mathematics on this was impossible! Santa was
taunting me. My mother waited many years to tell me these Mall Santa’s
were the “Fake” Santa’s. That these Santa’s reported back to the real one. That did release
some anxiety about this jolly man. But I still was afraid! Santa STILL knows what I do on a daily
basis.
All in all, Santa creeps me out. The month of December is a frightful
month. But in the end, my mother convinced my sister to let me sleep with her
in the month of December. Such a relief! Bunking in my sister’s room has
not by any stopped my fear of the Jolly Old Man, but being next to my sister I
have gained some strength. I hope in the future that I will be brave enough to
conquer my Santa fears. Until then, my sister can be my body guard.