Fear is a desperate leaf that holds onto a twig when caught in a raging storm. Its presence is like a gloom, a melancholy feeling, it fills the room with a poisonous mist that curdles the blood. Its voice is like an eerie echo in the ear, like the sound of a hollow tube. It waits around the corner like a patient crook ready to cause doom, you could hear its stomach growling; and its you it wants to consume. It teases you, sometimes it leaves you, disappears out of sight. It lets you to leave your house, it allows you enjoy the joys of the night. But just when you thought the coast was clear, it reappears, and strikes you with all its might; it will leave you shivering in tears, too scared to fight the fright.