Here’s a post (out of ten in ten days) that fits in perfectly with our very own ‘What Scares You?’ series.
Be sure to read the rest of the ten posts!
Originally posted on The Dylan Charles Blog:
I don’t fear ghosts. I’m not scared of demons. I don’t worry about haunted houses or secret burial grounds or the wrath of God.
I don’t fear giant spiders or big snakes or saying “I do believe in Bloody Mary” three times to a mirror in a darkened room.
I am not scared of the boogeyman or gremlins or alligators in the sewer.
I do not fear the Tarot or Ouija boards or witches riding their brooms during the reign of the blood soaked moon.
My fears are, for the most part, based in reality. I fear a lunatic killer taking Emily from me. I fear a random driver, sideswipe to the side, taking out someone close to me. I fear cancer and Alzheimer’s and a mysterious ailment that defies diagnosis. I fear alcoholism and a resurgence of those tobacco cravings that I a managed to bury so deep down inside.
View original 65 more words