The Fears Within

Thunderstruck

Astraphobia- Fear of Thunder and Lightning

Madison sat up in her bed, chest heaving, heart pounding. Wildly, she looked around for whatever had caused her to wake up. All was silent until there was a loud crack outside. She jumped in her bed as the lightning flashed, making her room light up in the night and all her possesions gain looming shadows.

A bolt of fear lashed through her. Ever since she had been little, she had been terrified of thunderstorms. It didn't help that her parents were conveiniently not home tonight.

Calm down Madison, it's just a thunderstorm. You're a big girl now. What's thunder going to do to you? She tried to convince herself that everything was alright. Going over mantras that had helped her in the past. But this thunderstorm wasn't as ordinary as usual.

Rain lashed at her window like angry fingers tapping repeatedly and increasingly harder on the glass. The lightning was brighter and more vivid then she had ever seen it. And the thunder. The thunder was terrible. Great waves of noise clashed against her house, rattling her room.

She cried out in fear involuntarily and dove under her covers.

This is ridiculous, she berated herself, you're 16, why are you acting like a child?

Another clap of thunder made her scream again.

She stayed there under her covers, shivering until the storm let up a little. After hopelessly trying to go back to sleep she walked downstairs for a midnight hot chocolate to calm her nerves.

Her eyes slightly drooping, given that it was almost 3am, she poured the milk into a mug and warmed it in the microwave, adding the cocoa when it was hot enough. She sipped contently, trying to finish a paperback she bought at the bookstore recently.

Suddenly, the storm started up again, harder than it was before. She screamed again and skidded back in her chair, dropping the book onto the ground. It slid on the smooth, tiled floor and bumped against the wall.

Another crack sounded from outside. Harsh wind whipped tree branches around outside. One of them smacked into her sliding glass doors thin cracks spiderwebbed throughout the glass. Madison gasped as the tree branch snapped again against the window, this time throwing itself through the door, shattering it. Glass flew everywhere as the cold wind whipped Madison's nightgown around her knees. The glass cut into her bare arms and legs and across her face. Sharp cuts that made blood run down her face and arms.

She sobbed and tried to run back upstairs but the wind caught her around the waist and hurled her outside and into a tree. Rain soaked through her thin nightgown and drenched her to the bone. She shivered from the cold and tried to get up, but the wind pressed her back into the tree. It seemed to laugh as Madison was repeatedly slammed into trees, moving farther and farther back into the forest until she hit her head on a sharp rock and everything went dark.

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Madison's parents came back the next morning to find the back door shattered, glass and blood littering the floor, and their precious daughter missing. They immediately called the police who searched the surrounding area and eventually found Madison's body. Head cracked open on a rock, numerous cuts on her face, arms, and legs, and bruises covering half her body.

The police and doctors were baffled. Since it had rained that night, their should have been some sign of footprints or something in the mud that covered the forest floor. It was as if she had been swept off her feet into the forest beyond.

When her parents were questioned as to what might have happened, all her tearful mother could say was, "Madison hated thunderstorms."

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O.O she died! I killed her muahaha. It seems like fears really do kill, even in fantastical ways like wind coming alive :D

So comments, vote, whatever you feel like just tell me what you think, and tell me your favorite fears that I should turn into stories :D