I m Afraid of A Personal Narrative

I m Afraid of A Personal Narrative

Afraid Vocabulary dazed bewildered petrified scared scary traumatized Feared fear despise gruesome ugly awful threshold helpless moaned pain cringed frightful Faint agony Suffering anguish painful exposed torture hurt Monsters Mom dying Robbers Devil Kidnappers Clowns Santa Claus Dolls Tooth Fairy Nightmares Dark Bees Mice/rats Divorce Leprechauns no friends Sharks Spiders Flying Movie Car Crash Roller Coaster

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1st Paragraph Introduction The Devil Dressed Up Have you ever heard of an insane person in rainbow pants, large shoes, a powdery white face, a scarlet red nose, a crazy orange wig and tear drops falling from his face? If you haven t you are the luckiest person in the world! Clowns to me, are grotesque and frightening. I despise glancing at these creatures! To me, a clown means a dreadful scare and pee in my pants! Clowns are like devils in disguise to me. Blackness Blackness all around me. No visible lights around not even a nightlight or the moon to guide me. I am petrified of darkness. When the clock reaches the pm hours, my body starts to shake a little. To me this means that the bright sunny thing called a sun is dipping into the horizon. All that equals darkness, blackness, and creepiness! I don t know if you have guessed this but I am terrified of pitch black nights. Darkness plagues me on a daily basis.

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2nd Paragraph Introduction My fixation or scarification began when I was twenty years old. Prior to these years, clowns were my friends. I grew up with Bozo the Clown. Bozo was always jolly and cheerful. However, all this changed my junior year in college. After visiting Statesville Prison Haunted House, I ve never envisioned the same image of clowns in my head. I became deathly afraid of these horrifying creatures. I don t remember the exact moment that darkness became my enemy. I use to sleep comfortably in my bedroom dreaming wonderful dreams while minding my own business. As I grew older with age, the more violence that crept into my fragile mind. I found that Television, I-pads, video games, and commercials aided in my terror of nights and darkness. Am I doomed to survive the nights alone?

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3rd Paragraph Afraid Story I consider clowns to be the devil in disguise. My life changed forever that night at the haunted house. Now clowns, jump out at me in my dreams, my thoughts, and my day to day chores. I can hardly complete a day without seeing these freaks. I now see clowns chasing me and scaring me at every opportunity that they might have. I no longer see a cheery clown, now I spy a clown with deadly teeth, paint melting down their faces and a look of devilry dancing in their eyes. These clowns have come for death..

3rd Paragraph Afraid Story Darkness is not my friend and I have no desire to become his friend. Darkness brings the boogey man, zombies, monsters, shooters, and criminals out to roam the Earth every night. Blackness and darkness are not leaving my side anytime soon. That leaves me with limited options. The night is what scares me the most. I could switch on the light to help me combat this evil thing. But, the light for some reason always fails me. The time is still night time and darkness is evil and always prevails!

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4th Paragraph Afraid Story All in all to me clowns are dreadful creatures dressed up in disguise. I have had many failed attempts at making clowns my friends. I know that they are out there in the world to scare me. But at age 43, I have to be braver. All these creatures are, are just adults and kids dressed up. Not one clown has ever actually attacked me. So therefore there is no logical reason behind my fear. I hope one day in the future, I will make these creatures my friends. Until then, I will try my best to think of clowns as jolly happy people.

4th Paragraph Afraid Story Over all darkness creeps me out. I have thought of so many evil things roaming the streets and my houses for far to long. I know that all of this Scarediness is just my brain playing tricks on me. There are no such things as monsters. However, my 8 year old mind doesn t actually know this yet. I hope in time that being afraid of the dark will leave my fears. For now, I sleep in a Star Wars sleeping bag on the floor in my mother s room. For now, I feel safest when I am closest to my mom and four legged friend Chewie.

CLOWNS The Devil Dressed Up Have you ever heard of an insane person in rainbow pants, large shoes, a powdery white face, a scarlet red nose, a crazy orange wig and tear drops falling from his face? If you haven t you are the luckiest person in the world! Clowns to me, are grotesque and frightening. I despise glancing at these creatures! To me, a clown means a dreadful scare and pee in my pants! Clowns are like devils in disguise to me. My fixation or scarification began when I was twenty years old. Prior to these years, clowns were my friends. I grew up with Bozo the Clown. Bozo was always jolly and cheerful. However, all this changed my junior year in college. After visiting Statesville Prison Haunted House, I ve never envisioned the same image of clowns in my head. I became deathly afraid of these horrifying creatures.

CLOWNS The Devil Dressed Up I consider clowns to be the devil in disguise. My life changed forever that night at the haunted house. Now clowns, jump out at me in my dreams, my thoughts, and my day to day chores. I can hardly complete a day without seeing these freaks. I now see clowns chasing me and scaring me at every opportunity that they might have. I no longer see a cheery clown, now I spy a clown with deadly teeth, paint melting down their faces and a look of devilry dancing in their eyes. These clowns have come for death. All in all to me clowns are dreadful creatures dressed up in disguise. I have had many failed attempts at making clowns my friends. I know that they are out there in the world to scare me. But at age 43, I have to be braver. All these creatures are, are just adults and kids dressed up. Not one clown has ever actually attacked me. So therefore there is no logical reason behind my fear. I hope one day in the future, I will make these creatures my friends. Until then, I will try my best to think of clowns as jolly happy people.

Blackness Blackness all around me. No visible lights around not even a nightlight or the moon to guide me. I am petrified of darkness. When the clock reaches the pm hours, my body starts to shake a little. To me this means that the bright sunny thing called a sun is dipping into the horizon. All that equals darkness, blackness, and creepiness! I don t know if you have guessed this but I am terrified of pitch black nights. Darkness plagues me on a daily basis. I I don t remember the exact moment that darkness became my enemy. I use to sleep comfortably in my bedroom dreaming wonderful dreams while minding my own business. As grew older with age, the more violence that crept into my fragile mind. I found that Television, I-pads, video games, and commercials aided in my terror of nights and darkness. Am I doomed to survive the nights alone?

Blackness Darkness is not my friend and I have no desire to become his friend. Darkness brings the boogey man, zombies, monsters, shooters, and criminals out to roam the Earth every night. Blackness and darkness are not leaving my side anytime soon. That leaves me with limited options. The night is what scares me the most. I could switch on the light to help me combat this evil thing. But, the light for some reason always fails me. The time is still night time and darkness is evil and always prevails! in Over all darkness creeps me out. I have thought of so many evil things roaming the streets and my houses for far to long. I know that all of this Scarediness is just my brain playing tricks on me. There are no such things as monsters. However, my 8 year old mind doesn t actually know this yet. I hope time that being afraid of the dark will leave my fears. For now, I sleep in a Star Wars sleeping bag on the floor in my mother s room. For now, I feel safest when I am closest to my mom and four legged friend Chewie..

Jolly Old Nothing A plump round man dressed in red and white clothing creeping into your home at night is not my idea of fun! To me, this jolly man is a frightening creature. How does one person think that stalking innocent children on a daily basis is a good thing! I hate the idea that a person nobody really knows sneaks into our homes in the middle of the night with an evil horrid laugh! To me, this is the most absurd thing ever. Yes, I dread this jolly man called, the world calls Santa. Ever since I can remember back to my childhood days, Santa pops into my head. I believe my fears came at a very young age. Knowing that Santa can report to back to your parents on a daily basis gave me the creeps! How could Old St. Nick know that I pulled my sister s hair??? Or used my mother s lipstick on my dollies? All I know if that I had a spy in my house and Santa was the culprit.

Jolly Old Nothing I believe another way that Santa began to freak me was he was EVERYWHERE! As a child, I didn t understand how all the Santa s in a 100 mile radius could possibly be the same guy and be at my house knowing if was being naughty or nice. Every mall, every street corner, every party, the Jolly Man was present. The mathematics on this was impossible! Santa was taunting me. My mother waited many years to tell me these Mall Santa s were the Fake Santa s. That these Santa s reported back to the real one. That did release some anxiety about this jolly man. But I still was afraid! Santa STILL knows what I do on a daily basis. All in all, Santa creeps me out. The month of December is a frightful month. But in the end, my mother convinced my sister to let me sleep with her in the month of December. Such a relief! Bunking in my sister s room has not by any stopped my fear of the Jolly Old Man, but being next to my sister I have gained some strength. I hope in the future that I will be brave enough to conquer my Santa fears. Until then, my sister can be my body guard.