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

The Strange Obsession

At last I found them after many minutes of searching. I found a small door in the wall of the closet and opened it, in it there was a pile of blankets, a old chest and a mannequin. I looked at each thing and noticed the blankets seemed to be breathing, I threw them out of the way and saw my precious girls. It was a strange thing, what fear did to you. Different people had different reactions to fear and being scared. Some would try to act brave and fight back, others would just cry and shake, holding on to something that brings them comfort, and others weren't afraid at all. Those who weren't afraid could either fake a scream, or just shrug and continue what they're doing. My treatment to people is like a study of their reactions, and how they act when scared. But, it's not just that people who have wronged me, or have scared me in ways unimaginable got scared right back, for revenge. I hated the weak ones, the one's who cry about a little spider on the wall or some minor heights. They have always been afraid of small things, not something huge, they haven't experienced real fear. Fear that makes you wish it was just a nightmare, or that you weren't alive. Crying, it angers me so much, that when the girl I had first grabbed started doing it,  I had to stop that horrid sound, it was ruining her purity and beauty to me. So, I slapped her, not to hard though, because even that could ruin my plan. She did stop crying, and begging, but tears still rolled down her beautiful face. I almost forgot about the other girl, she  was staring at me, but not at my face. It was as if she was trying to see who I was, and couldn't tell. She didn't come out and comfort her friend, which I thought was odd, if she's your friend then why wouldn't you try to comfort her even if you're afraid too? I guess she didn't want to be hurt, that thought was shattered the instant I grabbed her by her arm and threw her down next to her friend. I remembered the first girl had called the other Chelsey, and smiled, that made this more fun, being able to know one of their names. When Chelsey had sat next to the other girl, she started feeling the other girl's face, Oh...She's blind or partly if she was able to see where I was but not what I looked like. After she "patted-down" the girl's face she slumped with relief and said "Oh, Sarah, thank fudge you're ok, I thought he killed you by the way you were screaming and then you went silent," Ah, so that's her name, I thought. "So, Sarah and Chelsey, are you ready to play?" I ask them.