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.

Fear and the Empathic Victim

80 thoughts on “The Fear

  1. Stacy Hampton says:


  2. Fiddleress says:

    You asked HG, not me, how he feels about mini humans. Hope you don’t mind me chipping in.
    I actually don’t give a fiddler’s fart about other people’s babies. Never have. I realise how irritating kids’ screams (albeit playful ones) and babies crying are – the worst being at the restaurant or when I’m trying to have a relaxing drink with friends at a café’s terrace – no, the worst has to be on public transport !
    I felt the same even before I had children. And I didn’t let them ruin everyone else’s time as they grew up – just mine, haha!

  3. NarcAngel says:

    I understand your lack of fear in what would be considered fearful situations for non-narcissists, but for purposes of us better understanding the emotions that you do have and how they affect you, is it not fear not that drives you to ensure you have enough fuel and to add layer upon layer to the construct to keep the Creature from escaping?

    If not fear, what word/equivalent would you use?

    Also, has that (Creature containment/escaping) become less of a concern (albeit always present) as your fuel matrix has grown over time and been established as reliable (sufficient in quality, quantity, and potency of enough appliances in the matrix) with Ultra status, or has that concern been consistent to the same degree throughout your awareness and evolution?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      The desire to avoid the risk of oblivion.

      The concern has reduced as time has progressed.

      1. NarcAngel says:

        The narcissism spins a negative (fear) into a positive (desire to avoid…) instinctively. Always interesting to hear your thoughts. Thank you for your response HG.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          You are welcome.

          I do not experience fear, I am not afraid of that oblivion, I have a desire to avoid it. I am not afraid of the tiger, I have a desire to avoid it.

          1. Violetta says:

            Okay, we’ve just identified part of my relationship problem.

            I may be afraid of the tiger, but I don’t want to avoid it. I want to pet it.

          2. HG Tudor says:

            The embodiment of emotional thinking

          3. Violetta says:

            Literally. When I’ve see tigers on TV or at the zoo, I want to rub the side of my face against their necks and scent-mark them. If they’re babies, I want to nibble on the backs of their necks and make growling noises.

          4. HG Tudor says:


          5. Eternity says:

            You taught us to avoid the Lion HG that’s why I would never go ahead and pet it.

          6. HG Tudor says:

            Good, I’m pleased someone is paying attention.

          7. Witch says:

            @HG do you find human babies cute or do you see them like animals?

          8. HG Tudor says:

            They do not appeal in the slightest.

          9. blackcoffee30 says:

            Violetta you suffer from cute aggression. Me too. I have a Void Boi and love him and want to squish him, my mini tiger.

          10. Bibi says:

            Speaking of zoos, once I saw a giant cobra within a glass cage. Upon my approach, it lifted itself, opened its mouth–displaying fangs and all–and immediately charged for me, but the glass obstructed it. I was at least 6 feet away and it still charged for me! I heard the loud thud of its head while it pressed its fangs against the glass.

          11. Bibi says:

            Speaking of Lions, I just finished watching Born Free and now I am sobbing.

          12. Witch says:

            HG have you ever tried to squeeze the chub under a baby’s armpit?

          13. HG Tudor says:

            No, I do not have time to waste on such pointless pursuits.

        2. Bibi says:

          HG, I don’t blame you about human blobs. They smell like turds and apple juice.

          1. Violetta says:

            Nonsense. When they’re clean and in good health, the backs of their necks are absolutely delicious. I’ve chewed on many and I know.

  4. Kiki says:


    Are you ok , it might be imagination but you seem a bit angry the last couple of days .

    Is everything ok

    If not everyone is here to help



  5. Eternity says:

    HG, is there anything that you do Fear in your life.
    If not Fear what about paranoia?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I fear nothing.

      1. Alexissmith2016 says:

        Not even wasps?

        1. HG Tudor says:


          1. alexissmith2016 says:

            I’d trade you something for that. I’d push little old ladies out the way and everything! My empathy becomes non-existent when there is a wasp around.

          2. HG Tudor says:

            Tut, tut, such behaviour just to get to a man who plays rugby, you should be ashamed of yourself!

          3. alexissmith2016 says:

            well as a female my biological clock continues to tick – I’m at it’s mercy!

          4. Bibi says:

            Roaches and brown recluse spiders crawling all over you? A grizzly chasing you in the wild? Being trapped in a cave that is filling with water and there is nowhere to go?

          5. HG Tudor says:

            No. No. No.

            There isn’t some Indiana Jones style phobia you know.

          6. Bibi says:

            HG, that was a good one! Haha

          7. HG Tudor says:

            I’m obliged.

      2. Eternity says:

        So if I was to come up behind you and say boo you wouldn’t be startled at least .

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Correct. I would also have heard you approach.

          1. Eternity says:

            Wow ,you must have eyes at the back of your head.
            Are you at least ticklish?

          2. HG Tudor says:

            Ticklish? I am not 7 years old.

          3. Eternity says:

            What I mean about being ticklish is that maybe you will laugh till you cry.

          4. HG Tudor says:

            No. Although the “tickler” will be crying.

          5. Asp Emp says:

            I daren’t ask why the tickler will be crying.

          6. Alexissmith2016 says:

            Really? Do Ps also have enhanced hearing? I’m not taking the piss either. This is a genuine question.

          7. HG Tudor says:

            No. I have as part of my skill set.

      3. Empath007 says:

        Not even loss of fuel ? (AKA Death)

        No fear. That one blows my mind that is literally super human 😂

        1. duchessbea says:

          I can think of something that HG might fear. The Super Empath. Am I right HG?

          1. HG Tudor says:

            I do not experience fear.
            I enjoy toying with super empaths.

          2. duchessbea says:

            Okay. You are getting more intriguing HG.

        2. Empath007 says:

          It was a serious question. I wonder if you fear death ?

          For me I don’t fear death as much as HOW the death may occur. But as the risk of sounding dark… I think death will be peaceful and I have no fear of going.

          I would assume for someone like yourself it would be the opposite ? You wouldn’t fear how/when your death would occur, but you’d fear the permanent cessation of fuel ?

          Or am I way off ?

          1. HG Tudor says:

            I do not experience fear.

        3. Empath007 says:

          Alright then. Fair enough.

        4. Alexissmith2016 says:

          I do not experience fear.
          I enjoy toying with super empaths.’

          Why? What is it you get from toying with them that you don’t get from other empaths?

          1. HG Tudor says:

            They are more likely to fight back and I find that amusing.

  6. lickemtomorrow says:

    Fear stalked my home as a child. Domestic violence is a great purveyor of fear.

    You never know when to expect the outburst. So you wait for it and hypervigilance is your permanent state.

    It is incredibly paralyzing.

    And control applied through physical violence or the threat of it is the ultimate in control.

  7. angelangie35 says:

    Incorrigible use. You need a different tact . lol.

  8. December Infinity says:

    This article puts in my mind the image of Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’. The anxiety of the human condition.

  9. December Infinity says:

    Yes it is the fear of the unknown. I am working on learning more so I can see the forest for the trees.

  10. Eternity says:

    Does Fear pair well with ET HG? I find that when we have fear our ET goes sky high and we react.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      See Fear and the Empathic Victim

      1. Eternity says:

        Thank you for referring me to that article. I am still learning .

  11. Asp Emp says:

    Fear is, being a young child, along with your younger sibling and not knowing whether your mother is going to be in a good mood, or a bad one. Fear is, are you going to be smacked around for doing nothing to cause the ‘anger’ the ‘violence’. Fear is, probably being scared for your own life and safety. Is she going to do more hurt to the point of causing death, or trauma to the body that is potentially non-repairable?

    Fear is one of the most nasty forms of control that a parent, or supposedly “loved” one can cause. It fks up the mind. For a very long time. Until you get to move out. To safety. Not necessarily less control but safer than staying at home. GOSO.

    1. Summer says:

      Thank you AspEmp. Ive always lived by my rule of ‘work hard but never go home tired’

  12. Renarde says:

    There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

    You should know that, Hg.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I know of it, but it is not applicable to me.

      1. Renarde says:

        Never said it was Boss

        1. HG Tudor says:

          You stated “I should know that”.

          1. Renarde says:

            Oh pish. You are wery funny.

            Will you marry me?

            If you say no, it will break my simple poor, country girls’ heart.


          2. Violetta says:


            “it will break my simple poor, country girls’ heart.”

            Did you watch the disclaimer before Gone With the Wind?

          3. Renarde says:


            You gots it Sis!

            I’m snurking so WIDE right now!!!

            And has he responded? No he has not!

            Cad! Bounder!

            I bet you hes a blockade runner to boot!

        2. Alexissmith2016 says:

          Boss – you are brazen my dearest Ren.

          1. Renarde says:

            One tries, dear Alexis. One tries.

            The problem with Boss is that he’s a genious and he bloody well knows it.

            A terrible combination.

            I’m just trying to level up the playing field.

            Plus I’m about to make him an offer he can’t refuse.

          2. Violetta says:


            There is no offer he can’t refuse if he chooses.

            Btw, I can’t be your bridesmaid, because I have flu.

          3. Renarde says:


            Seriously flu? Not CV I hope?

            I’ll postpone the wedding. Got to have you there!

          4. Violetta says:

            I had Covid in March, I think. Tested Negative in May, but my sense of smell is still greatly reduced.

            I had it on my mind because Empath007 was trying to get out of a wedding on another thread, and I basically would have called in sick. If the bride is a narc (and she sure sounds like one), she’d do anything to keep Typhoid Mary from stealing attention from her by some inopportune gesture like, I don’t know, coughing or dying.

        3. Alexissmith2016 says:

          Interesting! He didn’t say no Renarde. Oooh you got techas (techniques) Ren. Mwah

          1. HG Tudor says:

            The comment didn’t merit a response.

          2. Renarde says:


            No need to be rude!

          3. Renarde says:

            Excuse me Hg.

            I don’t all people to marry me every day of the blummin week!


          4. Renarde says:


          5. Renarde says:


            He says no plenty of times. Plenty.

            No is Tudors favourite.

            I just roll my eyes now!

          6. HG Tudor says:

            Not as much as I do.

          7. Renarde says:

            I know.

            But you do attract them!

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