Childhood Fears | Sooth Brush
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I had an active imagination as a child. This did nothing to benefit me when I began to watch horror films starting when I was around ten or eleven. They fascinated and horrified me at the same time.
My bedroom was in the basement of my gramma's house, and my room was the "safe zone". When I left my room I was up for grabs to all the abominations that my youthful mind created - I was always thinking that something was going to jump out and grab me, always fearful that I would find my mother laying dead in her bed, from something (or someone) stabbing her through the mattress.
I remember my gramma calling me to meals, which meant a trip through the treacherous basement. I would touch my toes to the edge of the carpet in my room, then run through the basement and up the starirs as fast as I could.
I have a fear of clowns to this day.
