June 4th, 2005

a descriptive introduction

What is it about tiny, inaccessible, dark spaces that frighten us so? In my ind I know there is nothing there. No creature that will be staring back at me. No terrible hand that will reach our and grab my wrist, pulling me ever deeper into it's attic dwelling.

In my head, in my logical thinking, I know that there is nothing there. But I find my instincts telling me otherwise. My muscles that quiver and my hair that stands on end. All tells me that my mind may just be wrong. Clouded and influenced as it is by the disapproving, condescending remarks from those who I share my fears with. It is not the kind of fear that one would expect to describe in say, the presence of your generic, docile, earth bound spirit. It's more like being stalked and preyed upon. I feel like a small animal, being ever watched, not knowing whether or not the presence will make itself known. Never knowing whether my fears are justified or not. Whether I am just being paranoid or if animal instincts are hinting to some long forgotten threat,  it's reality always lurking just out of grasp. At times, I can feel its eyes graze me, waiting. I believe it just toys with me. In the still of the night, I can hear scurrying coming down from the attic, traveling down into the crawlspace beneath the stairs. My parent's blame it on mice. They must be fairly large mice...Perhaps....Perhaps tomorrow I will go investigate the attic.

Reviews

[Shep]

First paragraph ( reach our) or (reach out)

Great opening by the way I asume the reason that it is so short is this is the introduction. One thing you should do is change the font size to 12 pt. It is to small the way it is.

Again very gripping had me at the edge of my seat. Think I am going to need some popcorn for this one.

good start. Gets me interested and a little creeped.