The Boy Who Feared Imagination."The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear."
By Taylor Brown
--- H.P. Lovecraft
Its just about the crack of dawn on this fall morning, Noah slowly begins to open his eyes, and slowly rise out of bed. Its slightly cloudy this morning, he thinks. Looks like it might rain, he adds on. He slowly puts on his fuzzy slippers and begins to walk downstairs for breakfast. Two waffles, some orange juice and a muffin. Makes for a fit breakfast. He grabs his backpack and begins to head down the road to school. Noah doesn't live in a very big town. Slowly making his way past the cemetery, Noah arrives at school. He goes about his day, learning some new math skills, some new ways of the english language and even making a new friend. Its about recess time, Noah's just hanging around the basketball court. Just sitting, chatting. “It was weird, I just felt like it was creeping up on me”. One boy says. This, grabbed Noah's attention. “What exactly are you talking about?” He asked the boy. “I dunno exactly.. it just felt like it was going to come and get me. I jus-...”. But he couldn't finish his sentence. His eyes widened, and he screamed, fell over and fainted. The teachers rushed over to see what the matter was. “What do you think could have caused this??” One teacher asked. “It looks like he might have fainted”. Another says. The teachers then take him to the nurses office to further inspect what was going on. “Well it looks fear has yet claimed another poor soul”. Noah looks over at the girl with long black hair. “What makes you say that?”. Noah questioned. She then began to say, “Well its obvious, if you don't take control of fear..”. Then she finished with a straight face. “Fear, will control, you..” Noah just kinda looked at the girl, then he started to head back inside as recess was over now. Fear will overtake me? He thought to himself.
It was about time to head home. The sky seemed to get a few shades darker, with light pellets rain falling. Noah walks by the dim cemetery, looks over and cringes. Fear... he thought to himself. A few images flashed through his head. Dark images. He grabs his head and groans slightly. He walks inside and tosses his backpack aside. I should grab a bite to eat, he says to himself. He grabs an apple, and a juice box. He then makes his way to the living room, and turns on the radio. Bitting into the apple, his afternoon show comes on. A short story from the normal radio channel he listens to. Composing of how a hero saves the day, stopping a bank robbery. He then finishes his snack, and decides to go to his room to play. As he walks up the stairs, the lights begin to slowly flicker, as he hears a deep rumble from outside. It's going to rain? He thought. He headed to his room, and shut the door. “Hmmm, what to do what to do..” He then pulls out a book, and lays on his bed and begins to read it.
As he starts to get into the book that he is reading. The lights begin to flicker again. Noah thought to himself, this is going to give me a headache at this rate. So he gets up and grabs his box of matches, and the candle on his nighdesk. Lights the candle, and turns his lights off. He climbs back into bed and begins to read back into his book. No later then five minutes, his candle goes out. “That's weird”. He said outloud to himself. He then grabs his matches again and relights the candle, and sits back down. “Now stay, light”. He reads a few more pages, and his candle blows out again. But this time, Noah ran out of matches. He opens his door, to the dark hallway. Shaking slightly he tries to make his way down the hall so that he can get to the kitchen for more matches. About half way through the hall, he thinks he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. Then followed by what sounds like a low growling noise. Basically unable to motivate himself to get down the stairs, he makes his way back to his room and shuts the door. He then hides under his covers, slowly peaking his head out. “What could that have been?” He slowly closes his eyes and begins to sleep.
It's morning time now, Noah has finished his breakfast and he's on his way to school. The sun is trying to makes its way through all the clouds overhead. Noah arrives at school and begins his first class. “Fear...”. He says to himself. As the day progresses he thinks about what the girl said the other day. As the thoughts consume his head, its now time for recess. As Noah looks around at the playground, he begins to wonder. What happened to that other kid, why isn't he here? He asks himself. He looks over at a group of 3 boys and asks. “Do you know what happened to the kid who had the meltdown?” “He's in a hospital.” The girl said. Noah turns around to face the girl with the black hair. “W-w-what do you mean a hospital?” He said to her in shaky voice. “He basically freaked himself out so bad apparently that he had to go to a mental hospital to treat himself.” Still just as serious as ever. “I told you, if you let fear take over, you'll pay.” She says. “So how do you fight it?” Noah questions. “Just try your hardest to not let it break you..”. As she walks away to head inside the building. Noah then heads back inside, with more thoughts now consuming his mind. The school bell later rings to let out for the day. Unfortunately Noah has to stay for some extra minutes for some questions on his english homework. After he has inquired the information he was looking for, he begins to head home. Walking by the cemetery, he looks over at the cold graves as the fog creeps around them. Getting a slight chill, Noah begins to walk a little faster now to get home. The clouds roll in, and the fog starts to get a tad thicker. This can't be happening, Noah thinks to himself. Noah runs home and shuts the door, locking it. He then sits down and covers his ears and closes his eyes and leans his head down. Everything's ok, everything's ok, everything's ok. As he keeps telling himself this, he looks up and opens his eyes. Removing his hands from his ears. He looks around the room and sets his backpack down and heads for the kitchen. He grabs an apple and heads to the living room to listen to his show. After about half an hour into listening, he begins to doze off.
Springing up, he looks around the room. Its quiet, and dark. As he looks around, he begins to hear a low deep growling noise. Panicking, he runs and hides behind the chair. He faintly hears in a low deep voice, “Don't be..scared.”. He keeps looking around to see what could have said that. As he looks from above the chair, he thinks he sees what looks like a shadow moving up the stairs. As he slowly crawls out from behind the chair, he walks over to the bottom of the stairs. Shaking slightly, he begins to look up. At first he sees nothing, but then a ghostly figure rushes at him with a high pitch scream. A scream that would pierce anyone's ears. Noah quickly wakes up while hes on the floor, sweating slightly and breathing heavily. “What...just happened?” He said to himself. He then throws his apple away in the trash and makes his way to the bottom of the stairs. He looks up and puts his foot up on the first step. His breath getting slightly heaver, he begins to make his way up the stairs. As he reaches the top, he turns around to look down the hallway to where his room is. He stands there for a few seconds, then he hears a jingly noise. “What that..real?”. He said to himself. He shakes his head and makes his way to the bathroom to get washed up for bed. As he walks into the bathroom, he turns the sink and and begins to wash his face. The lights do a quick flickering effect. Noah looks up, and then quickly splashes water on his face. “I've gotta get to bed”. He brushes his teeth and then walks down the hallway to his room. He walks inside and lights a candle, lays on his bed, and pulls the sheets over him. “This isn't going to happen to me.” He rolls over and looks out the window. The moon begins to hide behind the clouds as the storm rolls in. He then rolls over the other way and tries to shut his eyes. A few minutes later, a crack of thunder and his eyes open. The rain is pouring onto his window as he sits up and looks around. His candle long out. He beings to hear the growling noise again, so he goes and hides under his covers. A flash of lightning, and a huge crash of thunder nearly sends Noah flying off his bed. He looks around, out of the corner of his eye, a blood red pair of glowing eyes. Noah quickly turns his head. But when he does, nothing. Noah quickly dashes out of his bed and runs for the bathroom. Noah quickly turns on the sink and splashes water onto his face. “No no no no.” He keeps thinking to himself. As Noah opens his eyes he looks down into a sink filled in a pool of blood. Noah screams and tries to shake the blood all over his arms. As he looks up in the mirror, he sees at the doorway a girl, very pail with long stringy black hair, eyes white and blank. Her jaw dropped nearly all the way with some blood running out her mouth. Noah freaks and turns his head to look over, nothing. As he turns the faucet off, the handle breaks off, more blood pooling into the sink and now over flowing. Another flash of lightning and a huge crack of thunder and the power goes out. Noah crawls out the door into the hallway. As he looks to his left, the girl comes running at him, same expression as before. Arms stretched out forwards to him, making a very high pitched scream. Noah freaks and runs to his room. Slamming the door behind him. As he turns around he hears some scratching at the door. It slowly stops, then.. nothing. To his horror he closes his eyes and puts his hands to his ears. A few seconds later, he hears an inner voice. “Why are you so..afraid?”. This time in a much lower, devilish voice. It was almost like this voice was toying with him. He looks up and out the window, a flash of lightning reveals the girl sitting in the corner of his room. After the flash, darkness. Another flash lights the room for a second. Nothing. Noah collapses on the ground, basically stuck to the bone with fear... As his alarm clock chims, Noah opens his eyes and turns it off. The sun slowly making its way through the passing clouds. Noah slowly rolls out of bed and stares into space. “Fear...it...isn't nice”, he says in a blank tone to himself. He makes his way to school walking down the wet road. As he makes his way to the front of the building. He's greeted by the girl with the long black hair. “Well hi there Noah, some storm we had last nig-”. But Noah just keeps walking with the same blank look on his face. “Well, looks like fear has claimed another soul..” She looks behind her and begins to walk into the school..