[Burning Inside]: 233.Preview.Fears

PROLOUGE

There's such a thing as fear, the fear you got when you were a little kid wondering what might actually be living underneath your bed, looking underneath your bed, seeing nothing; yet still it would scare you no matter what.


Fear is a wonderful thing, it can make a person not want to sleep at night, yet it can make another person not want to stay awake at night. But this isn't about what might scare you, this is about what does scare you, and what is creating that fear. No, no fear isn't just in your imagination; it lives within us all we are born with it; just like we are born with goodness and evilness in us we are born with fear.


Let me take you to that fear; let me show you what happens when you think the fear is gone. Believe me after reading this book you will fear everything.
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In this little town of Hope B.C. there was a boy playing outside in his front yard. This boy just turned 12 and felt that everything he feared as a child wasn't there, there was nothing he could be afraid of, but he was wrong.


While playing out in his front yard the parents had decided to leave him there while they go shopping for a little bit, seeing as how it was a small town they felt no urge to take him as how if anything happened there neighbours would be sure to take care of it. But they did not know that there neighbours had left for vacation 2 weeks prior and were not expected back for a few days, while there others neighbours and left the day before.


When the parents left the boy who goes by the name of Tim, felt the sudden instinct that he must create mischief while his parents were gone. An average feeling that every child has, especially the boys.


He went inside to find something he could do to liven up his day, but without getting him into to much trouble. Then he found it, the little ketchup packets that he had gotten from the fast food restaurant the day before. He was going to take them, up to his room go out onto the roof, and then throw them at the passing cars, but in a secure location so that they wouldn't see it was him.


As he was crawling out of the window in his room, when half of his body was out he heard it. "Timmy". He quickly turned around without even pulling his body out of the window to see what it was as he was sure it came from inside. He had seen nothing; it must have just been a figment of his imagination. He continued to crawl out his window. Then it happened again


"TIMMY!" has he heard this he felt something grab his leg, pulling back in fear turning around at the same time. He pulled so hard that he almost made himself fall off of the roof. He had looked down while he was right on the edge of the roof an nearly fainted from the height he could fall from, he pulled himself onto the roof fully and looked back at the window. But when he looked back he saw nothing again. He moved out of the way of his windows view and sat down on the roof, pulling the ketchup packets out of his pocket.


Two of them had opened up in his struggle to get out his window and left ketchup in his pocket; also turning his hand red when he pulled it out of his pocket.


He only had three packets left and he was going to use them wisely. The first car was coming around the corner; he readied his arm then threw. He hit the windshield dead on. The packet had exploded leaving the windshield red. The car swerved then came to a halt right in front of a little girl no more then 4.


Tim thought to himself, “Maybe this isn't the best idea that little girl almost got hit, next time I might not be as lucky.


As he turned around to go back inside, he remembered the voice, the remembered the feeling on his foot. He began to think that he shouldn't go inside. At the same time he began to remember that he was twelve now there was nothing to fear.


Tim had made it to the entrance to his window; he had to lower his head to make it through the window. As soon as his head was lowered he heard it again.


"You've been a very naughty boy Timmy, you shouldn't have done that"


He ignored the voice as he thought it was only part of his imagination. But with that it only got worse. The voice came again but this time with anger in its voice.


"I'M TALKING TO YOU TIMMY YOU SHOULD LOOK AT SOMEONE WHEN THEY ARE TALKING TO YOU", at the same time as the voice was yelling at him he could feel hands on the side of his head. Not only could he feel them, he could see them as they practically covered his eyes. Tim had seen them, the hands that reached out for at least a foot, and had nails that could gauge our eyes out, they were all wrinkly.


As he had felt and seen the hands, nothing could prepare him for what was going to happen next. The hands began to lift his head up. As clear as day, Tim could see the face the body, he stood more than seven feet tall and had a grin on his more sinister then the devil himself could produce. His eyes were a dark red, yet his skin colour did not have a colour it was various different pigments. But then it happened his skin colour began to mix with the background has he began to seem invisible.


"You're going to learn a lesson for what you did that was very naughty. And for that you my friend are going to pay."


As his words had finished all that could be seen were a set a bright teeth some broken, some as sharp a hunting knife. Those were the last things little Timmy had seen, about half an hour later his parents had come home to find Tim's corpse in the middle of the road. No physical damage except for the impact.


They picked up his body and walked him inside, so that others wouldn't see what had happened, as they began to dial 911.


Timmy’s parents had tried to get a message out to everyone, they were saying that maybe there was a murderer in their hometown, but the cop’s didn’t go for it. There were some other families in Hope that had believed them and would not forget about it until this man was caught. But within a few months everyone had forgotten except for Timmy’s family who were trying so hard not to forget.