What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

What can you possibly be afraid of?

It was just a normal day for me in October with only about a week left before Halloween.  I was walking to my bestfriends house that was two blocks away from my own house, and it was chilly out so I had to wear one of my fluffy sweaters to stay warm. Here's the thing about my best friend, she is partly blind, so if I was ten feet away from her she could only see the shape of my body, not any facial features or anything, basically she would just see my "shadow".  Anyways,  as I walked to her house I felt as if I was being watched and followed, so I started to walk a little faster scared something was after me and then I started running..fast. My friend's house came into view and I ran to her front door and scrambled for the door handle. Once it turned I bolted inside and slammed the door closed behind me. "Sarah is that you? Why did you slam the door?" Chelsey asks walking around the corner with her "sight-stick" stuck out in front of her. "Yea, it's me, I thought someone was following me again," I respond sucking in big gulps of air. "Oh, ok, you always think that though, you can be so paranoid sometimes," Chelsey says with a smile. "Yea, i guess so, ready for some test preparations?" I ask her. "Sure, want a snack or some hot chocolate to go with all our studying? It's pretty chilly out there," She says gesturing in a awkward manner to her clothes which includes a sweater and jeans. "I'll have some hot chocolate, and I'll get out some pretzels for us to munch on," I reply walking toward her kitchen. We've been friends for so long that we know each others houses like the back of our hand, so I know right where her kitchen is.  She follows me out of the foyer tapping her stick along the way so she doesn't run into any walls. I rumage through her cabinets, searching for some nutella and pretzels for us to eat while we study. Chelsey begins taking out the materials for her famous hot chocolate. I don't know what she does to make it taste so good but every time she makes hot chocolate it tastes incredible. "So, why do you always think that you're being followed or something?" Chelsey asks dipping her spoon into her specially made chocolate powder. "I don't really know, it's like I get this feeling I'm being watched and then I start to panic, because I could be being followed when I really am not," I sigh and finally take out the jar of nutella and pretzels with two spoons.  She pours in hot water with the powder and stirs them together in the two mugs she got ready. After she finished that she wiped her hands on her blouse and faced me, "Well, I guess it's good that you're cautious, but you should try not to freak out too much, I hear it can cause actuall panic attacks," Chelsey tells me in her motherly voice. "Yes, mom," I snicker. "Hey, now sometimes I may act like your mother, but I'm definetly not her," She giggles.