Of all the things to be afraid of, one of mine happens to be
the most ridiculous. Thunder, just the sound of it can sometimes keep me up all
night. Though if the storm is far away and the thunder isn’t that loud then I
am sort of fine with it. But when it starts to get very close and loud that is
when I would tend to just jump out of my bed and when I was a kid I would climb
under it and just sleep on the floor, curled up in a ball just trying to hide
from it as much as I possibly could.
Other times, in my old house, I would just go into the
closet, since it was so small. No one or
nothing could find me in here I used to think just being in a ball on a
shelf in my closet. There would be some times that I would sleep in it for days
since a storm happened almost every night for a week. Not to mention since we
didn’t have a basement I felt safe in it if a tornado would come. Then again my
folks would always just grab both my brother and me and head over to my aunts a
few minutes away so we would be safe for sure.
But now that I no longer fit under my bed, and I’m slightly
afraid of going in my closet, since it is said that someone hanged their self
in the house and my closet is the only place they could do it, since my closet
is the access to the crawlspace. I would just pull my blankets fully over my
head move to the center of the bed and pull myself into a ball not moving from
that spot until the next morning when the storm had, sometimes, passed. As for
a reason to why I am sacred of thunder, that would be a good question, I have
no ruttin’ idea to why. I just am. Since when do we have reasons for being
afraid?
As for the disasters they exist because they do. And they
occur because the feel like it.
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