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Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia

fallen_angels๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘›_รฅรฑgรชlยง

It all started when I was a small kid. Maybe three or four years old. So young, feeble and innocent. At the time clocks were the same to me as everyone else. One night my mom decided to add one to my room after I had already fallen asleep. Big mistake. The tick tick ticking of the clock haunted my dreams all through the night. I woke up violently sweating and shaking. I didn't know that the clock had caused the unsettling feeling that was clinging to my recently woken up self. This happened again and again over the course of a few weeks. I became a moody kid from a lack of sleep and my attitude rapidly became bitter. My mother noticed this sudden change and began to worry about me. One night, maybe three weeks after the first incident, I was having a truly terrible nightmare about the ticks, when i woke up suddenly. I was panting hard and my mind was rapidly spinning as I glanced down at my arms. They were bleeding heavily since I had raked my nails down them while sleeping. I then began to sob hysterically. My mom woke up and rushed into my room. She took one look at my bloodied arms, before scooping me up and hugging me tight. Keep in mind that I was a very small child so she basically smashed me, but that's just a symbol of motherly love for you. After she put some Hello Kitty band aids on my arms (don't ask me how I remembered the type of band aid), she went and talked with my dad. I didn't understand why I had been so scared and neither did they.

Eventually, my dad came into my room and read me a bedtime story to try to get me to fall back asleep. He soon noticed how on edge I was when the clock was on, even though he was reading my favorite story. My dad decided to try something. He unplugged my clock, then took it out of the room. For a few days after this, I slept peacefully and my mood became much more positive. My parents were very relieved with this. They concluded that the ticking of the clock had psyched me out so greatly that it had leaked into my dreams. Ever since then, I've been terrified of clocks (mainly the sound they make).

Author Notes: just some more crap bout me cause no one asked ยฏ\_( อก>โ€ฏอœส– อก<)_/ยฏ
but also thanks for reading! should i write more about this phobia or maybe make a poem or story about another? let me know <3

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๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘›_รฅรฑgรชlยง
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