Write about a time when something scared you or you felt you were in the presence of true evil.
I’ve been scared many times. Like when I see a spider. Okay, I’m not as bad as I used to be about spiders as long as they stay out of my house. They have their place and I have mine. Still, the thought of running into a spider’s web makes me shiver. Or clinking up the first hill on a roller-coaster. Taking a test for which I hadn’t studied. Going someplace new. Going somewhere on my own. (I am most over the last three now.)
The one time I felt terrified, however, was as a teenager. Back then (when the dinosaurs roamed), I could ride my bike up and down the road (we lived on a narrow back road) for hours without my parents worrying. It was dusk. I was riding my bike away from the house, wanting to take one more rush down the opposite hill before I went home. As I came to a curve, I stopped, overcome with a feeling of dread. From inside the trees by the side of the road, I could feel the purest form of evil I had ever imagined, more than I had ever imagined.
Something, or someone, was watching me with evil intent.
I spun my bike around and rode home as fast as I could, running into the house. safe only once the door was closed behind me.
It was a long time before I was able to go outside at dusk.


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