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Three fears tormented my mind as a child: Nyctophobia—the fear of darkness. Teraphobia—the fear of monsters. And Sanguivoriphobia—the fear of vampires. Usually, as one grows older, such ridiculous terrors gradually subside. Yet mine only persisted. The grave events began during my boyhood. They transpired on the night of which I discovered my remarkable gift. But on that night, my three fears also ravenously and quite literally came forth into this world. As a result, I had to make a choice—and I confess, the choice I made has cost me nearly everything. For fourteen years there was a calm in my life. Alas, it was one o' clock a.m.—the dead of night—when the late-summer wind silently declared their return to this world. Indeed, they are coming for me—and my time wanes with the dying light of my candlestick's wavering flame.
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About the Author
Sometimes the most efficient way to combat fear is to transfigure that which inflicts fright into something to share with others—whether it be a short-story or novel. By channeling terrors and merging them with the imagination, one may create art which captures all dreadful impressions. Indeed, the ghost story is as old as anyone can recall and is a wondrous way to bring others closer together unharmed. Moreover, one may even conquer one’s fear or understand its genesis through the penning of a story. Benjamin Fouché was by no means the bravest child in his family, yet his curiosity later encouraged him to illuminate the darkness by exploring the realms of fiction, as well as distant memories and fears. Through the inspiration of literature, true events, and his undomesticated imagination, he was able to create realms where only the boldest readers dare tread. Through the guidance and encouragement of his friends Marilyn, Joseph, Edward, and Brian, he aspired. Moreover, among the greatest childhood inspirations was a carnival spook house named “Gravestone Manor” at a local fair he visited every Labor Day. Yet finding discontent with the contemporary world, he chose to remain within the shadows of the past and the forgotten Gothic style.