It’s all so very pedestrian and obvious. There are people out there, creatures more than anything, who want to scare the living daylights out of us. For fun or sustenance or some completely logical reason that’s escaped me for the moment. They sit outside the confines of society, malevolently plotting ways to give you the willies. And that’s definitely not a euphemism, don’t be disgusting.
But what they’re coming up with is terribly juvenile. It’s all monsters and pain and creepily crawling things making their way to your intimate areas. And sure, things like that will give you the odd moment or two of discomfort but where’s the deep emotional scarring and trauma? You can’t really be classed as truly afraid if you’ve been reduced to anything more substantial than a quivering mass of jelly.
They need to take a leaf out of different books. Rather than shoving people into dangerous situations where they dangle above sharp and craggy precipices or are stuffed into cramped and bumpy environments a more creative approach needs to be taken. Certainly disapproving glances should be more involved as should the sensation that you’ve badly let down the people in your life who depend on you. I’m definitely not revealing any deep seated insecurities here so let’s just keep going.
Or perhaps the fear bogeymen know more than we’re willing to admit. Adult fears aren’t even a little more sophisticated than those of the young, we simply know so many more methods the world can utilise to hurt us. By regressing us back to a primal state I’m sure that the nightmare creatures will have plenty to feed off for many years to come. Or will successfully distract us from whatever diabolical plan they’re concocting. Or possibly just make merry as we cower from their terrible glory.