The Fear




Fear comes in many forms. It has the capacity to cause dread, anxiety and nervousness. Fear is one of the most powerful tools that exists to facilitate control over somebody. Think back to when you were a small child and the things that frightened you. Many of them have a universal applicability. How many times did you cry out to your mother and father in the night because you were frightened of the “monsters under the bed” and you were terrified that once the bedroom door was closed that something would come creeping out of the wardrobe and induce utter fear throughout you? Perhaps it was the strange shapes that formed once the light was turned off with only moonlight streaming through the crack in the curtains so that the shadow thrown across the room appeared like some old crone waiting to come and take you away and eat you. How many times were you warned as a child never to speak to strangers, never to get into a car with somebody you did not know and never to accept sweets from a stranger? Do you recall how this conjured up images of smelly old men in stained raincoats who waited to abduct you and spirit you away to be locked up who knows where? Perhaps there was that house on your walk back from school which had attracted a certain reputation. It was run-down, the garden overgrown, with bushes spilling onto the path, the windows grimy and paint peeling. You were never sure whether anybody actually lived there. Some said that a witch resided there and she waited for children passing on their own before grabbing them and stuffing them in her cellar to starve to death. Others told tales on stormy afternoons which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, about the spirits that haunted the old house. A friend would swear that he had walked past, one wet and windy evening, just as it was going dark and he saw the face of a ghostly child staring at him from an upstairs window, the child’s spectral hands knocking against the window as if requesting help. After hearing that tale you took a different route home from school so you did not have to pass this particular house anymore. If that was not possible, you would run past, head down, shouting at the top of your voice to drown out any strange sounds that might come from the trapped ghost child, as you dared not even look towards the house. Fear often stalked your childhood and resulted in sleepless nights, nightmares and a reluctance to go to bed. Do you remember being sent to bed and staring up the stairs towards the darkness wondering what was waiting for you? How you did not want to appear scared in front of your parents (especially since they had let you stay up a while longer because you were a “big boy/girl” now). You wanted to hand those words back as you hovered at the base of the stairs, the hallway colder than the living room from which you had ventured. How many times did the noise of the house settling, resulting in strange groans and creaks convince you that somebody was waiting out of sight in a doorway, their heavy booted foot resting on the squeaky floorboard, rusty axe clutched in greasy, long-nailed fingers?  Did the sight of a clown have you running to hide in the folds of your mother’s dress, that strange leering and accentuated mouth creating panic in your tiny mind? What did that eerie clown have in mind for you?

It might have been a reluctance to paddle barefooted in the sea or a river because you could not see where you were putting your feet. You felt something brush your foot, most likely seaweed, but in your mind some razor-toothed fish was about to take a bite from your ankle or a crab was about to affix a pincer to your big toe. You turned and ran hollering from the edge of the sea back to the safety of the sandy beach. There may have been a murderer’s alleyway in your town, a badly-lit passageway between two roads which was a convenient and easy short cut during the day but a night the purported preserve of lurking knife merchants and yellow-toothed stranglers who were just waiting to pounce and take your life. You stood staring down the alleyway trying to drive the rising fear from you but it just would not go and instead you opted to walk the long way around. It took twenty extra minutes but at least you got home safely.

Fear continued to stalk your life as you grew older. You might not be worried about the bogeyman anymore but he has shapeshifted into the fear that comes with finding a lump about your body and not knowing what it is. Uncertainty about the business for whom you work has you tossing and turning at night. Wondering where the next pay check will come from has you similarly fearing for the future. Walking alone along a road at night and hearing footsteps behind you still causes your heart rate to increase. A glance over your shoulder as you cross the road to the over pavement only serves to heighten your worry as a hooded figure also crosses the road. Your step quickens as your fear increases and your mind floods with images of robbery, rape or murder. When alone in the house at night the sound of a bang from downstairs has you sat bolt upright in bed. What was that noise? Did you dream it? Was it somebody breaking in? Was it something not of this world, a poltergeist perhaps hurling a book against a wall. You cannot see what caused the noise and immediately the fear forms in the pit of your stomach, your racing mind conjuring up a score of unpleasant scenarios as you debate creeping to the top of the stairs and peering down to see if you can ascertain what it was.

Fear takes hold of you and makes your reasoning faulty. It tightens around your throat stopping you from calling out and turns your legs into stone so you are figuratively petrified and unable to escape that unseen tormentor. Fear withers you, paralyses you and you will do anything at all to escape that sensation of fear. It is pervasive, damaging and controlling.

Your greatest fears always stem from the unknown. It is that which you cannot see which causes you the greatest terror. When you cannot see something you are plunged into fear, its icy grip takes hold and you crumble. The unknown and the unseen create the fear. That is why we are so devastatingly effective in our control of you. That is why we create such numbing fear in you.

11 thoughts on “The Fear

  1. kel says:

    Just realizing the door to my birdcage has always been open, I was just conditioned to stay on my perch inside it. Leaving my narc felt like total despair, heart-wrenching, unthinkable. Truth is, narcissists are only as strong or scary or possessive as we allow them to be.

    1. NarcAngel says:

      Now you’re talkin my language!

    2. MB says:

      Kel, this is for you. Great anthem for all you escapees!

      1. NarcAngel says:

        Good message.

      2. Bubbles🍾 says:

        Dear MB,
        Very good … MISS ME MORE
        That’s why there’s so many more intelligent single ladies out there now
        compared to all the knuckle headed, joe cool twats and steroid muscled drongos 😂
        Luv Bubbles xx 😘

  2. Anm says:

    Today I had to do a child exchange with her narc father. We are in the middle of court hearings, so things are a little tense, but i have managed to turn off the fuel. At the exchange, he mentions that he has to hurry and go to work. I was like, “ok. Thats nice.” I take my daughter to a book store. Something did not feel right. I then kept looking in my peripheral vision, and the was a guy that i have never seen before, who kept staying at a close proximity to me. I noticed that he never really picked up any books, and didnt even seem that interested. I know something was wrong, so I walked to another area, and took a minute to scan the area. I saw my Narc ex trying to secretly film me, and he saw i caught him. He denied it at first, but then then security pulled up the security footage and said they have footage of him following me. I do not understsnd how it doesn’t bother Narcissist to be creepy. I hate being hypervigilant, but this crap happens.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Because he does not regard it as being creepy in the first place. It is your fault remember, he is just doing the right thing form his perspective.

      1. Anm says:

        Yep, HG. That was his response. “It is all your fault we are in this mess, and I do not trust you.”

  3. Abw Flying says:

    And what if you didn’t have anyone to cry to as a small child when you were frightened? What if the monsters you were scared of were your parents ? And not only you had to take care of yourself in order to survive but also look after and try to protect your two younger brothers..?

  4. Leslie says:

    Scars inside and out from narcs in this narcworld country. There is no escape here. I’m so tired of living in fear. We are born into it and die in it.

    I don’t know how or why I am still alive. They almost succeeded in killing me so many times. Always a last minute interruption. :DDD

    I will be silent now. Silence is golden. It’s my true golden period.

    1. Getting There says:

      I am so sorry, Leslie!! No one should live with that kind of fear! Thank you for being a voice of the reality there! I will pray for you and all who live in the same fear!

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