zainab-syeda Zainab Syeda

"Reflection of Fear" is a psychological horror story that explores the depths of one's own mind. The protagonist is plagued by a recurring nightmare that seems to be coming to life, and they must face their own fears and insecurities in order to break free. As the lines between reality and the nightmare begin to blur, the protagonist must confront the true horror of their own thoughts and emotions. This story will keep you on edge until the very end, leaving you questioning what is real and what is just a figment of your imagination.


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It was a dark and stormy night, and I was driving down a deserted road. Suddenly, my car skidded on a patch of ice and spun out of control. I crashed into a ditch and was knocked unconscious.


When I woke up, it was pitch black and I couldn't move. I tried to call for help, but my voice was muffled by the dirt and debris around me. I was trapped, and I had no idea how long I would be there.


Hours passed, and I began to hear strange noises coming from outside. At first, it sounded like branches scraping against the car, but then I heard something scratching at the windows. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting louder and more persistent.


Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I managed to wriggle out of the car and look around. That's when I saw them – a group of creatures, each one more terrifying than the last. They had glowing eyes, razor-sharp claws, and teeth like knives.


I tried to run, but they were too fast. They chased me through the woods, their eerie laughter echoing in my ears. I stumbled and fell, and they were upon me in an instant.


I thought it was the end, but thenI woke up. It was all just a nightmare. But the fear lingered on, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I got up to turn on the lights, but they wouldn't work. The room was dark, and I could see shadows moving in the corners.


Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, "You can't escape me." I spun around, but there was no one there. I was alone, trapped in my own mind.


That's when I realized the true horror of the situation. The creatures, the darkness, the voice – they were all inside me. I was my own worst enemy, and there was no way to escape.


The nightmare continued, and I knew that I would never be free from the terror that haunted me. I was lost in a world of fear and danger, with no hope of ever finding my way back to reality.I woke up again, this time for real. I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing, but I was relieved to find that it was just a dream. I got out of bed and walked around, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that lingered.


As I made my way to the bathroom, I heard a noise coming from the hallway. It was soft, but unmistakable. It sounded like footsteps. I froze, wondering if my nightmare had somehow come to life.


I crept towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, I opened it, and saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a woman, dressed in black, with long, tangled hair and pale skin.


I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The woman stepped towards me, her eyes fixed on mine. I could feel her breath on my face, cold and damp.


Then, she spoke. "I've been waiting for you," she said. "You can't escape me."


And with that, the nightmare began again. This time, I knew it was real. And I knew that I was in grave danger.I woke up once more, gasping for breath. This time, I was truly awake. I looked around the room, my heart still pounding, but there was no sign of the woman in black.


I got out of bed and walked to the window, peering out into the night. It was quiet and still, with no sign of any danger. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.


As I turned away from the window, I caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. I looked back and saw a figure standing behind me, dressed in black, with long, tangled hair and pale skin.


I froze, unable to move or even scream. The figure stepped forward, and I saw that it was a reflection of myself in the window, distorted by the darkness.


I realized then that the true horror was not some external force, but my own fears and insecurities. I had been trapped in a nightmare of my own making, and it was up to me to break free.


With that realization, the nightmare ended, and I found myself back in the safety of my own bed. I knew that the fear and darkness would always be a part of me, but I also knew that I had the strength to face them and overcome.

April 12, 2023, 4:57 p.m. 0 Report Embed Follow story
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Zainab Syeda I'm 14 years old girl who love writing, I don't want to be an author but still it's my hobby to write books ☺️

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