Dementophobia (Harry Styles)

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Satanophobia- fear of satan, and or the devil.

I bit my lip nervously. They told me not to go to school, but they didn't tell me I couldn't go to the library. I need to get my mind off all of this. Focusing on school work should distract me enough. It's probably just nerves. I shook my head and continued looking through the science textbook. I continued on my 900 word essay on 'The Physical Characteristics of The African Wild Dog'. I didn't exactly get to pick the subject, we sort of just picked out of the jar. Though if we would've picked something more, me. I checked the time. 11:58 pm. The library is a 24 hour thing. But I've really got to get a move on. My mom would flip shit if she realized I was gone, even if it is just the library. I'm in 12th grade and I still have a bedtime and curfew.

When I was satisfied with what I had so far, I packed up. I checked the time once more. 12:30 AM. shit. I looked back up. Where the hell am I? It definitely wasn't the library. The wind picked up, then rain started. I held my bag over my head, trying to stay as dry as possible. It didn't even look like I was in my town. I squinted, looking through the rain for some kind of diner or gas station. I sighed in relief when a neon red sign came in sight. Mama Beth's Breakfast Diner. When I opened the door, a bell sounded. I looked around. No one is here. I looked out the door, but all I saw was rain. I turned back around and my eyes widened. I wasn't in the diner anymore. What the hell? What the fuck is going on? It looked like a boiler room. I put my bag down and walked forward. My shoes made a weird sound as it continuously made contact with the metal floor.

I wiped my forehead, sweat was dripping. The temperature had risen.  As I walked further down the steps, the heavier my breathing got. I stiffened. I could feel someone behind me. I turned around slowly. No one was there. I breathed in and out slowly and quietly. When I was down the steps, I turned left. My heart rate increased. I tripped. I turned my head to see something bloody on the floor. I sat up slowly, inching my way towards it. I picked it up. A wedding ring? I dropped it. It was my cousins. He'd been murdered the year before, but the case was never solved. I covered my mouth, then started crying. CRASH. I silenced, my breath hitching.

I stood slowly, then continued down the corridor. A dragging sound erupted through the darkened hallway. I shiver ran through my body. I whimpered as something grabbed me. I screamed and thrashed trying to get out. Then a deep, rough voice called out. ''It's not that easy sweetheart. I killed your cousin and I'll kill you too!'' He let out a menacing laugh, as he dragged some type of razor or knife across my stomach. I screamed, the stinging pain soon turned to a burning feeling. A light flickered and I caught a glance at his face. I expected to see Harry, but it wasn't. I was a burned up man. Not like a Freddy Krueger guy, but an actual burned man. Wearing a trench coat with some weird uniform underneath. His face was set cold, yet amused at the pain he caused. I whimpered trying to figure a way out of his grip. When I finally got out, something sharp grazed my arm. I hissed. Then I began running as he chased me. I was backed into a corner, then he came around smiling. A hot pipe was beside me, and my first instinct was to burn myself.

I raised my arm to the pipe and put it on. I screamed, but then stopped when I realized I was in the library. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes. I looked at my watch. 12:30 AM. What? I hissed in pain and looked to my left arm. Oh my god, it was cut. Out of curiosity, I lifted my stomach. It was cut there as well. I let out a soft cry, then picked up my things and walked out the doors of the library. When I'd gotten home. my parents were in bed. Thankfully it was their anniversary so they went out around 8 which was when I left, and they usually come home around 11: 50. Which they do, um, sexual activities. I raced up to my room and set my stuff down. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, then proceeded to go to sleep. Maybe this time I'll sleep better.