WorldofFantasy

“See,’ said Mary walking down the private beach that her family owned, her family was from what was known as ‘old’ money in which their family line had been super wealthy for several generations before this from striking it rich with plenty of gold reserves that were found on family property.  ‘I’m fine.  Everything is in working order.  Four legs in working order.  Just because they’re horse legs doesn’t change the fact that I’m still me, Mary.  Can we drop this nonsense about going to the doctors and scientists who’ll poke and prod me with no clue on what to do?  It’s not lik

Fear, what is it we fear? What even is fear? For children is the monster under the bed, with sharp claws and eyes glowing red? Or is the boogey man that lurks in their wardrobe. For teenagers, is it the haunted house at the end of street, with broken windows and walls? Or is the ghost under the stairs that screams every night, piercing the ears. For adults, is it the figure at the end of the street, always staring at them, always watching them? Or is the silence in the dead if the night, lurking in every corner, never leaving them. Always there. What ever it is, it is all fear. But one thing we all fear, one thing that sends shivers down