Fear

All of humanity has at least one initial fear.

A fear that has the power to corrupt and annihilate everything in its path.

Yours might be water, heights, insects, germs, or even society itself. But not Samantha’s, hers is much deeper.

     Samantha Baker, a straight A student with athletic skills that could make any WNBA player look like an amateur. Or at least, that’s what everyone at school thought.

She possessed no fear in the world. She would take on any dare, face any object, and sometimes, she would defeat them. “Samantha the Fearless” her fans would call her. But behind the curtain and when the doors are locked shut, she goes to close her eyes and rest her mind.

Her cheetah print blankets were as soft as ever, and her black, plush pillows, to die for. She had had a good day at the gym, and plus it was finals week; she was exhausted. So, why couldn’t poor Samantha sleep?

Fear.

Samantha the Fearless, eh? She wished.

If Samantha was anything, it was a wimp. A complete and utter scaredy-cat.

     As she lay in her bed, trying her best to get right to sleep, she hears something. A slight whisper hidden within the wind. As always, she snaps her eyes open in search of the being tucked away within her room.

Samantha knew that she was acting like a five-year-old. There were no such things as monsters in the real world; only in her mind. But she still couldn’t fight her deepest fears.

She could feel the horrors of the night coming to find her. She knew, just knew, that there was something hidden in the dark; and it wanted her soul.

Or something along those lines.

While scanning her room, she caught sight of something in her full length mirror.

A face.

A face filled with terrible intentions and murderous objectives. A face that could only come from the deepest pits of Hell itself.

Samantha couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from the mirror. And as she continued to stare, the monster only seemed to grow even more terrifying.

She quickly glanced around the room for her iPhone. She knew that if she could get her hands on her music, all of her worries would be gone.

But it was nowhere in sight, and she could sense something attempting to grab her leg and pull her from her bed. 

She glanced back at the mirror, but the face was gone.

It had moved, but where?

Unable to find her phone, or move towards the light switch, she looked intently towards her window.

     It was partially lit up from the street light next to her house, which only made matters worse. If someone were to step right in front of her window, she could see their silhouette. That thought caused her body to tremble, and yet remain stiff from fear.

Powerless by herself, she knew that there was only one thing to do now.

Trust in God.

Samantha forcefully closed her eyes and tried her best to forget the world around her. She attempted to focus all of her thoughts on Him alone. But despite her attempts, she could still feel the cold and bitter stares of the evil monsters that lurked about her room. But God wouldn't let them touch her would he?

     After a long and stressful prayer, she rolled over onto her side; trying her best to accept the peace of which she asked for.

Even though she could still feel the darkness surrounding her, she knew that she would always be safe as long as she had faith.

Faith in God alone.

And if she had faith, she knew that she would never have to fear anything worldly again. Not even darkness. So long as she feared only one thing.

God.