Fears Do Come True...

The Fear Must Be Intentense Enough

'Did I have another one of those vision thingys? I totally forgot.' Abbi thought. 'Oh well' she thought, and she did forget, all about it. The whole rest of the day of February 2nd was normal, had pizza for dinner and everything! After getting ready for bed she went to go watch an episode of Sherlock Holmes. After that is was 11:34 so she went to bed. It takes her nearly an hour to get to sleep. Usually day dreaming(in this case I guess it was night dazing) helps her settle to sleep. But this time, she did not Night daze. For when she turned off the lights, unable to think what she should imagine, Abbi tossed and turned in the covers, trying to get comfortable, and the headache she had from a feeling of sickness wasn't helping (a sickness had been running through her family, just a simple cold but still made everyone miserable). She stared at the opposite end of her wall, her eyes now adjusted to every shade of darkness. There was an outline. Now this outline had always been there but still chilled her to the core bringing out her greatest fear: murderer. But not just any murder, she was afraid of someone in her room, in the dark, murdering her in her bed right then and she was afraid if loosing everything that death brought. Abbi was actually ok with murder, she enjoyed a good story with murder in it and felt no fear at all. But unexpected murder, sudden murder, to her, was the best way to describe it. And so: she was afraid of that outline of a man in the corner of her room. She didn't want to do anything, because they say tear didn't paralize you, it woke you up and ignited your fight it flight human reaction, which was true, but she felt that want disturbance she made would draw it closer, if she took her eyes off it, it would draw closer, as would a sudden and gruesome death, mist likely a stab to the stomach. She stared at it, to afraid to move. She stared at it for a full 10 minutes, which was a long time for her considering how fidgety and easily bored she got. Eventually she got the courage to turn on the lights 'I'm going to turn on the lights, and nothing is going to be there.' She thought, and reached into her lamp and flicked the switch. A comforting yellow light illuminated the room and she saw to her knowledge that nothing was there. She just had to reassured herself. She left the light on for 10 seconds before turning off the light again and going to sleep. Often times while trying to get yo sleep she'd enter the sand situation again but she didn't bother to turn on the lights again. But she was still afraid, afraid of that thing, that outline in the corner, she was afraid it would be real. That night Abbi had a dream about someone afraid of dying, kneeling in her room looking up at the cieling in her PJs holding a tip of a kitchen knife in the middle of her chest. I don't want to die! She said crying. I'm going to die! She cried. Then she lifted the knife and plunged it into her. The dream didn't show her suicide as it cut through black to another dream but Abbi knew it was a suicide. The girl had died in fear.

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Abbi forgot her dream but the truth was, that dream she had was a real event. The death had been forgotten by society and anyone related to her or the family because it had been covered up by the government. Why? Because that fear in that girl stayed alive, even after her death. The girl's soul and memory moved on but the fear remained alive. (No human knows why the fear stayed alive) but if the fear was alive that meant it needed to find the nessissary needs to stay alive. It needed to feed. And what did it feed off of? The fear from other people. True fear. Real fear. That's what it consumed to to keep existing.

Thus explains the dissapearances and the death's happenening in Abbi's town. Actually... It doesn't have to be just in Abbi's town... Hehehe...

Perhaps... All over the world?

(Note: these death's are called fear deaths)