I was terrified of something under my bed or in my closet. This isn't unusual, but I wasn't afraid of monsters. I was afraid living people were in my closet waiting for my mother to leave to come out and get me. We had dolls that our family members gave us(NOT for playing with) that sat on a shelf in our room. They would put shadows on our walls and terrify me.
When I would have bad dreams, I remember laying flat in my bed holding my breath, because if they couldn't see me, they couldn't get me. I would lay there till I found the courage to jump out of my bed and run into my mothers room.
I remember once that my dad had gone outside to check on the dog and while I was running across the hall, I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. That terrified me more. So i jumped into my moms bed screaming which scared her. Now it is funny, but it wasn't then.
I had a similar experience the other night. My mother and I were coming back from my riding lesson in Henderson. My friends car was at Panera so I had taken her to her car. I would have thought mom would have beaten me home. I was pulling in my drive way talking to my friend on the phone. I looked in the rear view and saw car lights. I flipped out! I sped up, slammed my car into park(halfway parked in the right spot), and ran into the house screaming my head off. "SOMEONE FOLLOWED ME HOME, SOMEONE FOLLOWED ME HOME!" However, my dad wasn't much help because he was in the shower. So I wait. And then... I hear the garage door. It was my mother. Here I was nearly in tears because who follows you all the way home and my mother should have beaten me. She thought it was funny, but I was very upset!
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