Keep Reading... Eliza Stark had always been afraid of the dark. She knew there was no rational reason for fearing darkness-she knew it because people kept telling her. "Stop shaking like a little girl," an ex-lover had said once, as they'd gone through the ghost train in an amusement park. "There's nothing here that can really hurt you. It's just dark. What are you... a baby?" It was not hard to work out why he was an ex-lover. She had always jumped at shadows, and had been terrified to be left in a dark room alone. She knew this was quite a common fear, and so derived no sense of uniqueness from it. But even so it defined her. Her fear of darkness was like a blanket with which she wrapped herself and made up her character: she was, at heart, a dark-fearer. Get Your Copy and keep reading as 1000's of others!
Keep Reading... Eliza Stark had always been afraid of the dark. She knew there was no rational reason for fearing darkness-she knew it because people kept telling her. "Stop shaking like a little girl," an ex-lover had said once, as they'd gone through the ghost train in an amusement park. "There's nothing here that can really hurt you. It's just dark. What are you... a baby?" It was not hard to work out why he was an ex-lover. She had always jumped at shadows, and had been terrified to be left in a dark room alone. She knew this was quite a common fear, and so derived no sense of uniqueness from it. But even so it defined her. Her fear of darkness was like a blanket with which she wrapped herself and made up her character: she was, at heart, a dark-fearer. Get Your Copy and keep reading as 1000's of others!
