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Nyctophobia

Nyctophobia is the fear of darkness, and this phobia in general can effect anyone of any age. If you have Nyctophobia, I strongly advise that you do not read this. This story may or may not make the phobia worse. You've been warned.
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"Hi, I'm Nick Ferris. I am a 21 year old male, and I have a fear of darkness. For some people, this fear leaves when you turn 11 or 12. Not me. You see, for most people it's not the darkness itself that scares them, it's not being able to see what's in it. For me, it's what I do see. I see things in the darkness that others don't, and for this reason I am afraid to turn out my lights. I can't write much more, so I'm just going to say it. By the time you read this, I'll most likely be gone." Nick wrote with shaky hands. It was midnight, and a power outage had just taken place. Now, you're probably wondering why Nick wrote that letter, aren't you? Well... Let's just go back then, shall we?

Rewind to 10 minutes before

Nick was laying in his bed, a bright night light near his head. That small light was enough to illuminate almost the entire bedroom, but he didn't mind. He found the light... Comforting. He could hear growling from the places where the light didn't hit, but he tried to ignore it. Scratching and growling rang through his ears and he just couldn't take it anymore. He got up, turned on his bedroom light, and went back to bed. The noises stopped, and he could finally rest. The things that he could only see frightened him. He called them "They" or "It", not giving them not much recognition. "They" give him terrible nightmares, so he can't really sleep for very long. He fell asleep, and he stayed asleep for a good while. But, as always, he woke up. He was shaking, again being a victim of a terrible nightmare. He looked around his small bedroom, the lights were still on. He knew it wasn't good to leave lights on, since it shot the light bill sky high, but he was afraid of "Them". He got up, and started walking to the kitchen. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and checked the time. "1:50" he said out loud. He walked over to the sink and filled his cup halfway with cold water. He took a sip, then headed back to his bedroom. Once he was in his bed again, he could hear something shatter not too far from him. He shook it off and didn't think much about it. Then, another shatter came from what could have been the living room. Under the door he could see half of the lights have gone out. That's when he realized something. "They're breaking the lights..." he said quietly. He jumped from his bed and grabbed the flashlight from his dresser. Another shatter came from the kitchen. He then realized that his room was the only room left with light. He gulped and waited. Nothing came. That's when his lights went out. The bulbs weren't shattered, but they just quit. He looked in front of him, and a tall, black, shadowy figure stood before him with white eyes and long, skinny, pointed fingers. As the figure raised its thin arm to slash at Nick, he was quick enough to turn on the flashlight and shine it on the figure. The figure screeched and disappeared. He shined the flashlight all around him, causing multiple figures to disappear. He jumped from bed and started heading towards the door. He felt fear really set in when he realized he couldn't open the front door. He turned just in time to shine a light on a figure. Then, he started running to get to the back door. He couldn't open that one, either. Then he started going to the windows, but they were also stuck. The only thing he could do is just wait until morning. And, that's what he did. Minutes pass, and his flashlight was starting to get dimmer and dimmer. It was now 1:57. He tried his best to keep the flashlight on. 1:58. At this point, the flashlight was flickering, threatening to quit. He beat on it, and it stopped. He knew he wasn't going to survive this time. 1:59. He had tears coming from his eyes. He flashlight was quitting, and every time it stopped he would get cut by the figures. He decided to write a note with whatever light he had left. 12:00. His flashlight finally died, and he was in complete darkness. He couldn't see anything. But, soon enough he started feeling sharp fingers

The next morning

"Nick Ferris, age 21, multiple lacerations to the arms, legs, chest, head, and neck" a young female cop spoke through her radio. "we need an ambulance here as soon as possible, it seems he's already dead." she added. "copy that" a male said on the other side. She looked at the body. She saw a folded note in his hand, and she placed plastic gloves on her hands before picking it up and unfolding it. "August 25th, 2015. 1:59 AM. "Hi, I'm Nick Ferris. I am a 21 year old male, and I have a fear of darkness. For some people, this fear leaves when you turn 11 or 12. Not me. You see, for most people it's not the darkness itself that scares them, it's not being able to see what's in it. For me, it's what I do see. I see things in the darkness that others don't, and for this reason I am afraid to turn out my lights. I can't write much more, so I'm just going to say it. By the time you read this, I'll most likely be gone." she read. Her eyes widened. "could he see them too?..." she asked herself quietly. That's when another male cop came behind her and tapped her shoulder. She turned her head. "Ready, Alice?" he spoke. She nodded and folded the note back up, sticking it in her pocket. "Yeah, let's go." she responded before leaving. A growl came from a dark area of the house.

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