Fears Do Come True...

The Night of the Murder

Abbi's deepest fear, as mentioned before, was sudden murder but that's just summing it up. In truth, the shadow had actually been there for all her life. Though it was just there, as a shadow, unrealistic and only now real in Abbi's mind. The shadow had to be there to make fears real to people and consume fear, the shadow cannot be in more that one place at once, it's not like the shadow of living fear had been preying on Abbi in her room her entire life. Also, since it had been there her whole life she developed a fear of the shadow as well, specifically the shadow coming to life. Specifically the shadow coming to life and killing her. So, the fear was instense enough. And so now the living fear, the actual shadow that supposedly/usually had to take a form to carry out someone's fear, felt Abbi's intense enough fear and lured it to Abbi's room that night, this time not even having to take a form to carry out the fear as this was it's true form.
This is just the details of the night of the murder.

Or the night something strange happened to the shadow that created fear. The shadow person... It's true name being "Fear Creator"...

The Shadow saw Abbi wake. Abbi opened her eyes. It was 3:43 am. 'That long?' Abbi thought groggily. The grogginess wore off. Abbi wasn't tired anymore, she couldn't go back to sleep. Then Abbi saw it again. The shadow. Fear made her freeze in place, eyes wide. She was scared that if she moved it would move. She didn't want it to move. The shadow lingered where Abbi stared, where the outline usually was, sensing the fear Abbi had. Abbi was frozen, in her bed, her covers pulled to her chin. Untired, and even if she was tired, she couldn't fall asleep, the medicine had wore off, and this sickness and fear kept her awake. Why didn't she just want to go in her parents room and get some more medicine (despite it being 3 am)? Well the kind of person Abbi was, she didn't want to cause anyone trouble or have anyone feel dissapointed in her or any similar emotions about her, especially her parents, especially especially at this hour. Plus she was afraid of moving from the shadow person that stood to the left of the corner of her room, right across from her. She would have to go near the shadow figure just to get to the door. She shivered at the thought, but not literally of course because Abbi was even to afraid to do that. To afraid to think logically as well. It was there and this was the end of it. The fear just grew and grew. The fear it was alive, that it would move, that it would kill her. It's not like Abbi wanted to die. Just... No where to run without it getting her. Well truthfully, she could move at willy-nilly without anything happening to her before, but the fear grew, she get it grow, and it came. And now it was too late, there was nothing she could do. But something about this felt.. familiar to Abbi. Something always did, but this was different, a slightly different feeling, like déjàvu again but with added fear. She felt that as she swear it saw it grow darker and closer. Abbi just kept getting more, and more, and more afraid (if that was even possible). The feeling of dèjavu got stronger. Then suddenly- she remembered, she remembered that déjàvu vision she had technically 3 days ago (since it was am [3:57 am on Sunday]) the vision, she remembered, involved herself being murdered by the figure in first person at a particular angle and specifically being stabbed to death by an invisible knife by it (though she could see the stabbing movements the shadow made, no knife was visible). She remembered her blood flowing on to the bed in the darkness, the darkness making it look black. And her loosing senses... And her not being able to think anymore- the shadow was getting closer. She swore it, and tried to hide, but needed she needed to keep staring at it. She was so afraid she wanted to run but was to afraid to move. All she could do was watch unmovingly and wide eyes as the shadow figure grew closer. Abbi knew it, it was moving. It was moving and it was alive. It was truly alive, and it was going to kill her. The shadow, now closer, could almost literally smell her fear... If shadows could smell of course. The shadow sensed her fears, what they exactly were and as it got closer to it's victim, it's prey, it's meal. It began to re-in act those fears. Usually if the victim was not staring right at it, this is the part where the Fear Creator would change shape into there true fear. But this time, it didn't have to change even the slightest of it's form because it was what Abbi was truly afraid of. Abbi, it sensed, was also afraid of death, a particular sort of death, and none other than by it it's self. All it needed was a knife. Abbi had to do something, the shadow was there 4 steps away from her bed (there was a total of 8 steps away from her bed), looking at her. Through fear she thought 'I- I- I have- to do something'. She knew what would happen, she knew she was going to die. She didn't want to die, she feared death just as much as she feared the shilouette standing before her. Abbi blinked, it was 3 steps away now. The shadow needed her fear desperately. Abbi had the power to do something. No, wait she didn't have the power to do anything. Her déjà vu thing, had the ability to save her, she knew what would happen so she could prevent it from happening, just jump out of the way or... Something! But no, the shadow needed this, in it's state if already hardly existing, it used more fear, to give Abbi just the right amount, the right thought, to make her not be able to do anything, to freeze with fear again, stop her from thinking almost... Anything at this point, and eliminating the urge, will, and hope to change and use her déjà vu information she had. 2 steps closer, it was 2 steps closer now, and Abbi couldn't think. A knife, she felt the presence that it had it but didn't actually see it. It was ready, ready to use the knife and end Abbi. 1. Abbi stopped thinking, holding her breath at this point wanting it to not move if she didn't move. But that wasn't the case. It stood looking over her, get very death standing by her bed side right in front of her. Abbi could hold her breath no longer and as she breathed out she breathed in sharply again and felt a literal Stan on pain in her stomach. She did not see the movement of the shadow, it the knife, but she did see the knew cut. She bent more into a ball, realizing her sheets were pulled down more, she curled in pain, staring at and odd angle at her deep gash and now blood forming on her stomach.

She saw herself being murdered by the figure in first person at a particular angle and specifically being stabbed to death by an invisible knife by it (though she could see the stabbing movements the shadow made, no knife was visible). She remembered her blood flowing on to the bed in the darkness, the darkness making it look black. And her loosing senses... And her not being able to think anymore

Abbi died that night of blood loss on Sunday exactly 5:15 am.

And the Fear Creator vanished from the house a second time, collecting it's second victim from that house with the fear it needed.

But something odd happened to the Fear Creator, you see, Abbi was also afraid of the shadow becoming truly alive. And since Abbi's fear had been consumed by it, and the Fear Creator carries fears and last living memories of all it's victims, it was now, more alive than before. It had access to all the memories of it's victims, and though it could never develop a personality for it's self (because it's species wasn't able to) it started to develop some sort of life and knowledge. It started to live.