She was afraid, she felt the fear running through her vains, she wasn't sure as to what was she afraid of nor what caused such a feeling but she knew it was there.

She tried to move, run away from this feeling but she was paralysed, her muscles refused to move no matter how hard she tried.

She wasn't sure whether her body was under so much fear to move or her subconscious was making her stay to face whatever it was she was fearing in order to get over it.

As time passed by, fear crept more into her, she grew more wary of her surroundings, looking around searching for what caused her this, what sent chills down her spine, but nothing was found.

There she stood, all alone, scared to death of something unknown to her, tears welled up in her eyes which kept looking right and left, seeking for the cause of that fear only to be met with nothingness.

Seeing there was nothing to fear must make the feeling fade away she thought, but it only made it grow bigger with each passing second.

It was a torture... She didn't know what to do. She wated to cry for help but feared whatever this was would get her, therefore she kept quiet, fighting to gain control over her legs in order to move them.

After a long battle with none other but herself she finally won and was able to move her legs... Without a moment of hesitation she ran and threw herself onto her bed.

There, in the comfort of her blanket layed she, feeling the fear fading away slowly, leaving her wondering if it would ever get to her again...