FREE ESSAY ON WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST

Prologue
What scares you most? Not only what just gives you a chill down your back, but what also
makes you hide under your covers at night. Is it the shadows that lurk on the wall, or
the fact you still don't know what lives under your bed. Every individual person has
their own fear in life, but we all seem to get fears from our wild imaginations.
Sometimes these imaginations can run so deep they can even live within dreams. A dream
that you can not tell if its reality, or you maybe you just can't wake up from that
world. Doesn't anyone wonder how people dream? It's like we have a whole different life
in another dimension. To some people their dreams are what they wish for, but for some
it's the beginning to the end of a nightmare. All your fears , hopes, and stresses spring
out in this night masquerade. The scariest thing about dreams is you may not wake up, or
you do but you live the terrifying life of your nightmare, that is if you do not die in
the process.
A light was shining in Cathys eyes, this was not unusual for her since she has been
having very weird experiences lately. There were voices amongst the shadows she saw
dancing on the the blurry wall. She couldn't quite make out her surroundings, nor could
she move her arms or legs. Finally things were beginning to clear up, and she noticed a
syringe. Her mother was standing over her. "Mom, help me" Cathy pleaded. "Thank god
you're here, please mom where am I?" Cathy felt her heart beating faster, she tried to
calm down but something inside wouldn't let her. "Don't worry dear, we are just taking
some tests, this won't hurt," said her mother said as she lowered the syringe. Cathy felt
the sweat drip down her hairline, and the dampness on her wrists from the bands.
"Nooo....."
Sounds of tunes filled the air as Cathy flung her body up from the sheets. She hurriedly
looked around, "Yes I'm in my own room!" Feeling her forehead, she felt the perspiration
like every morning, after every nightmare. Each night her dreams were becoming more life
like, and harder to wake up from. Her nightmare was very hard to believe since her mother
really could not stand the sight of needles. She wondered how she could dream something
like that, as the stepped out of her bed. Her wrists throbbed with pain but because of
the darkness in her room she couldn't make sight of them. Making her way to the bathroom
she flipped on the light, and stood in terrifying fear. On the mirror in what looked like
blood was the question, "sleep well?" Cathy dropped to her knees, and glanced at her
wrists where she noticed strap marks. How could this be true, it can't come to life.
Tears streamed down her face, she didn't know where to go, or what to believe. She
grabbed a towel, and cleaned off the mirror before her parents came upstairs.
In a hurry Cathy got all her stuff together for school; so many thoughts were running
through her head. What was this terrible nightmare land she lived in every night? After
every dream she could scarcely remember the events that took place. Running down-stairs
after cleaning up, she applied makeup and brushed her hair. Another day of Shadyside High
school, a school where no one had real thoughts on life. Except about themselves, and
making everyone who was not ( or as they call it)popular feel they do not belong anywhere
on this Earth.
She had almost forgotten what had happened, when suddenly the phone rang. There was no
sound on the other side of the phone, she hung it up. A child's song was running through
her head, and she couldn't make out what it was. Cathy thought it had to do with her
crazy nightmares. As she grabbed her book bag she got a chill down her back, and quickly
went out the door.
All the way to school Cathy sat in dead silence. Casey, her best friend, stared over at
her. "Are you ok?" He asked hesitantly. "I'm fine." Cathy whispered back. But she knew
she wasn't. Casey wouldn't understand, he didn't have nightmares and mirrors with
messages on them in his house. They pulled up to the school and Casey found a parking
spot.
So many thoughts were running through her head. Why does she keep having these dreams
over and over again? Also, why are her dreams becoming real? She felt she was going
crazy. The school day seemed to go by slowly, but finally the last bell rang. As Cathy
was walking down the hall, a sharp pain shot through her neck, and she fell to the
ground. One by one flashbacks came, first of which was of her mother. She saw the syringe
in her mothers hand. Looking around she saw an office and a nameplate. Squinting, she
looked harder and noticed the name was her mothers. With a jolt she woke up out of her
trance. Cathy stood up quickly, and looking around saw that there was no one in sight.
Grabbing her books, she was going to figure out here problem once and for all. Walking,
she wasn't sure where she was headed. Something was leading her, and she followed it all
the way to the end of a dirt road. An abandoned hospital stood there, she had known it
was there and it always gave her a bad feeling. Many kids have told her that 10 years ago
it had closed down because of the illegal testing that had taken place. 
Debating on whether or not to go in the wind that blew very hard, caused her to run up
the stairs to the front door. She tried opening the door but it was locked. Being the
tough girl that she was, she kicked the door with her foot, and the door swung wide open.
Surprised, Cathy ducked because a bat flew out. There was not much there other than an
empty room with burned papers on the ground, and a few dented filing cabinets. Cathy
walked over to the cabinet and opened it. To her surprise there were a few unburned
papers laying in the back. Maybe this is why she was led here, to find these papers.
Glancing at the first paper it looked something like a doctors report. But there was
something terribly wrong with it, the report read: Today we gave a double dosage of the
medicine. It seemed to have a overpowering affect on the patient, her nightmares have
almost killed her in her real life! Our goal will be accomplished and both Doctor Johnson
and I will be famous. As for her she will have to be sent to a lab. I hate to get rid of
this experiment but she has no family life, nor any guardians. That means she can belong
to us. As of this day she will have a different life and name. She is too young to
remember any of this.
Cathy could not believe what she was reading. Especially the next sentence; She bears the
mark of her experiment on a very hidden spot, the mark of a devils doing. Cathy's eyes
slowly moved to the top of the paper, and before she could even consider what she was
looking at, she jammed the papers in her pocket and ran. All the way home, she felt eyes
on her, and what she had seen on the paper through her mind. Her mothers name was signed
at the end of the record- Aurora Leto. Just the thought of her mother writing all that
made her tremble. What would she say to her mother? This had to be some kind of joke. Her
mother from what she remembered, always treated her wonderfully. She had to wait to get
home to figure everything out, but what would she say?
When she got to her house, she opened the door and ran to the kitchen, where her mother
was preparing dinner. "Hello Cathy, we are having a dinner guest tonight. An old friend
of mine, named Dr. Johnson." She recognized the name from the paper. "He's in the other
room, would you like to meet him?" 
"Yes of course, I wouldn't want to be rude" she replied as she walked into the other
room. A short man with glasses sat at the couch, his eyes were big and anxious. As he saw
her come into the doorway he stood up quickly. "Hello uh, is it Cathy now?" 
"Um....yeah what else would it be." She said rudely. Why would he say now? "Mom, I have
to talk to you about something?"
"Well can't it wait until later?" her mother asked. "Dr. Johnson would like to get to
know you better."
"I don't care mom, I'm really upset about something and I need to talk to you privately.
Can you please come and listen?" Her mother followed her into the kitchen. "Mom listen, I
have been having those nightmares and they are becoming really life like. This morning
there was actually blood on my mirror. I'm getting really scared, and I also found a
paper of some kind that I think you may have written." Cathy pulled the paper out from
her pocket. "Is this a joke mom? It has your name on it, what did you do to this girl?"
"Well now that you've found it I guess I will have to tell you about it Lindsay" her
mother said angrily. "Why did you call me Lindsay?" Cathy asked.
"Well, because that's your name dear, didn't you see it on the top?" Cathy looked at the
report and saw the name at the top- Lindsay Williams.
Was that her, she thought to herself. But it couldn't be, she never remembered any of
this, or ever being called Lindsay. "Well now that you know I guess that it is not much
of a surprise." Her mother said in somewhat of a evil way.
"Why could you not figure it out yourself? Did you not know by your mark that it was you?
Didn't you think it was strange that you have nightmares, and in your mind they become
true? Yes my dear, you are a experiment, I grabbed you from your mother. From then on you
were me and Dr . Johnson's toy. We tried an experiment on you that no one would ever
figure out. Unfortunately, they found out our crazy experiments, and shut our office
down. All our humans were sent away to labs, but you were the only lucky one to stay. And
now we can begin the testing again."
Cathy stared in astonishment. "How could you do this? What does the medicine make me do?
"Well we designed it so your dreams interfere with your imagination. Also, to help you
predict your future," answered her mother. As she her mother said this she pulled out the
syringe. The same one that is from her nightmare. "This will have to be your life and
your future, I'm sorry."
As the needle plunged into her skin the thought of what this medicine would do to ran
through her head. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the mark on her wrist,
it had been there all along. It was the mark that could have led her to knowing the
secret, but unfortunately at this point it was too late for Cathy.
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