Kampanaphobia - The fear of bells. "Ms. Desai," There was a sigh that interrupted the sentence, a pause that showed their disappointment, "you should tell me the truth. Your tale that you've spun will not help me or you." They paused, mulling over their next words, before continuing, "I'm not able to help you through this unusual fear of yours if you don't tell me the truth. " What did it matter? She could still hear the bells now, she could still feel the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins, could still see the looming mansion within the gloomy forest. No one would believe what she's seen and heard.