Fear

Fear

    When I was young, I used to fear the night. I thought that in the darkness, there was no life but the ghosts who would come alive in the darkness, so I refused to go out after the sun had set. One time my friends invited me to go to the camp in my primary school; I began to recognize the irrationality of my fear.
    It happened when I was at the age of six. My parents sent me to a one-week Camp. They hoped that I would become braver. According to the school’s schedule, we had to hike at night in the jungle every day. We walked in the jungle without being able to see the direction so that it could send shivers down my spine. The walk was terrifying. Everything was in the dark. I tried to walk on tiptoe so as not to wake the ghosts at night. Although I was really scared of the darkness, I tried not to turn on the electric torch because the ghosts would see and come get me. Thus I just walked carefully step by step and extended my arms forward to search for any obstacles along the way. After a few hundred steps, I suddenly found my hands touching something long and damp. I was startled; I turned on the torch light, looked up and see many of similar organisms hanging from the towering trees. It was the same everywhere. It felt as if I was stuck in the midst of a maze and unable to escape. I so scared, I ran away and I tripped. I came back to the tent with a few bruises on my forehead. I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm, but the image of those terrifying creatures hanging on the trees kept replaying in my head. Suddenly, I felt somebody patting on my back. It was the watch leader. She asked if I wanted to take a walk with her. I answered "Of course not", I would never come back there. But she replied "This time, I will hold the torch light. Trust me, everything will be fine." I wanted to refuse, but her voice seemed as a magic. It made me unable to refuse her and I agreed to walk with her. After a long walk, the watch leader and I sat down near to...