Fear Of Little People Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if it’s because I remembered or because I disagree with him. “And do you remember what you said to me after that?” he asks. “I said I’m not afraid of you.” I remember that night as if it were yesterday. I’ve relived it a thousand times in my mind and in my dreams. “And you never have been, have you, Little Pup?” “No.” “Why is that? Others are terrified of me. Most people won’t even come close enough to speak to me. But not you. Never you. You always made a point of coming over to talk to me, didn’t you?”

I asked "Everything is weird. This house is like a castle and so many people live here. They all treat Lestat like he is a king. I mean I get he owns everything here but still. They treat him like royalty. Also who gets away with buying people? Dad sold us to him and it seems like no one cares about it. The kids at school are weird as well." "What do you mean? Are the kids mean to you?" I asked "No, but they look at Poppy and me weird. They are always staring. When we walk into a room they become silent and just tare. I am telling you they are not normal. I think they might not be human," Lil said "What? You think they are not human?" I asked "I think they might be werewolves," Lil said "Yo

“Not until she says you can.” Fear rippled through the crowd. Some tried to crawl back. Others cried. A few begged. None of it mattered. Ethan turned away from them and walked back into the mansion. Up on the balcony, Lily stood frozen. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the iron grill behind her, knuckles pale. The screams below had faded, replaced by a suffocating silence. When she heard footsteps, her breath hitched. “Lily.” She turned slowly. Ethan stood a few feet away, his shadow stretching toward her under the balcony lights. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t move away. Her eyes were wide—not with hatred, not with anger—but with something closer to fear mixed with disbelief.

“I just have to ask you to leave!” Those eyes that were vacillating from making any contact with him a few minutes ago now glared with full ferocity at him. I won't back down now! He had already been given the upper hand in making me fear him. Now, I won't let him continue to belittle me. No! I most definitely will not. Fear mostly causes wrong decisions. It has become the biggest enemy for humans because we let it manipulate us. “Now, do I really have to?”

I'm Lily. "I don't believe you." I said shaking my head. His eyes met mine again with frustration. "Why are you even here if you know you can't ever believe me?" How could I? I cannot be Lilith. My mind drifted off to the word I had seen earlier on that report. Nyctophobia. Fear of darkness. That's when it hit me. Those dreams. Shadows. Darkness. I was always afraid of them. I was supposed to be Lilith, who was afraid of dark. How did I not see this coming?

Sometimes it's joy to be ignorant. We were surrounded by people who thought we were bad because we were moon children, but we disregarded them. We were unique from birth, and their opinions couldn't make us change. Lupus Deus was at the top of the list of fictional creatures that even monsters feared to venture into their closets or under their beds. Whatever you want to call it—a haunting, a myth, or a tale. He would constantly be the subject of a story. Children were warned to watch out for him as he prowled the woods at night.

Mike and I are friends, so why don't I tell him the truth? "Because I have a phobia in crowded places, Mike, Cleithrophobia, or Cleisiophobia. I'm afraid that people might hit me. Then I might not be able to breathe properly. I don't know, back then my heart palpitations weren't severe every time I am enclosed in one place." my eyes are not on him. I prefer to look outside. "In that case, why are you still acting?" he immediately asked.

I look ahead to see Leo facing me and is looking worriedly at my face with this concern seen in his face “I-I’m okay, I not just used to people looking at me. I have a fear of too much attention... sorry.” I said feeling this certain emotion inside of me. Why can I able to speak naturally to Leo when I barely know him? I am not usually like this especially when my brothers’ attention is always on me and their attention is always enough for me..... I had a bad experience on being the center of attention in one occasion giving me this phobia to people’s attentions.

But I fail every time a ghost shows up while I am with other people. I was not bullied as a child but my schoolmates are frightened of me. For those who know me personally, they seem to always walk on eggshells. They have to be careful not to piss me off or they will end up throwing up all over the place. Then they will have to call me to take off the "usog" that causes them to feel sick.

“Given the events of the past week, do you really think it’s a good idea to open your drive-in with a horror show?” Skoger smiled slightly and turned to look at the trees that surrounded the back of the house. Yellow ironwood leaves fluttered and whispered in the wind and he nodded as if he were agreeing with them. “You know, my aunt always said the people in this country had a passion for fear. I believe that is still true. Fear is the first and most pure of man’s experiences. It nourishes us in a way. We come to crave it.