Someone silently follows me as I walk from my bedroom to the bathroom for a shower in the dark hours of the early morning.
I reach underneath my bed on a Saturday morning to grab my slippers and feel fingertips graze my hand.
A stranger crouches in my trunk as I drive home alone at night, listening as I sing along to the radio, talk to myself, and breathe in what I believe is total solitude.
My dog barks at something I cannot see in a windowless corner of my home.
I walk alone through the snow and when I turn to see how far I’ve come, two sets of footprints are on the ground behind me.
Questions to Consider:
- What scares you?
- Why does our culture create art and media that entices fear within us?