(Inspired by MamaKat’s Weekly Prompt)
When I was a kid, I was scared of almost everything, but a couple of my fears really stand out.
I was terrified of sharks. Swimming in the deep end, I would imagine a shark coming out from behind the underwater light to bite me. For years I had the same recurring nightmares about being slowly eaten alive by a gigantic shark. The movie Deep Blue Sea is taken directly from my sleeping brain. The narrow walkways between deep pools containing intelligent hungry sharks. <Shudder> To this day, I avoid Shark Week like the plague. I have developed some sympathy for these creatures, however. I now realize that they are not the masterminds of the sea, plotting to make a meal out of me at their first opportunity.
I was also terrified of the dark, and this phobia is still with me to this day, although to a lesser degree. In my childhood home, my bedroom door was right next to my parent’s door. In order to walk down the hall to the living room, I would have to walk in front of their darkened room. I remember sprinting down the hall to the living room as fast as possible with my heart in my throat. Or, if I needed to get into my room, I would sprint in and jump onto the bed with my back to the wall.
Funny, when I hit puberty I started reading Stephen King’s novels with a passion. I couldn’t get enough. But when I started reading ‘It’, I couldn’t finish. It was too scary, what lies beneath.