As you open the door, its darkness almost jumps out and envelopes you. A world of uncertainty, unknown depth and endless secrets. Stale air wafts up from the depths. You flick the light switch, in an attempt to illuminate your journey into the unknown, but in vain. The fixtures have no bulbs. In spite of the lack of light, you continue. You begin down the stairs, each step producing a disturbing, moan-like squeaking sound. As you reach the bottom, you realize that that it is not as dark as you thought. Not that it matters; the small, dirty ground-level windows let in just enough moonlight to cast strange shadows that only increase your uneasiness...Yes this is it for me, just as it might be different for someone else. It?s the insecurity of the universe, a manifestation within us, and a test of our courage-its fear.
There a lot of things in life which are ?ground set?; the time of day, class rules, and the clothes we wear. However, what about those things we aren?t so sure of? The spontaneity of earthquakes, the severity of snakebite, and the time of our death. See, these are the things that cause certain uneasiness in us. The fact of not knowing something creates a sense of insecurity which transforms into fear. These fears are merely those things which human beings have yet to truly understand. We fear earthquakes because we never truly know when they will strike. In my case, the darkness and gloominess of the basement creates that insecurity. Not being able to fully understand the aurora of the crypt-like room causes feeling of nervousness, discomfort, and agitation. Instead of just going in the basement, my mind begins to wonder about what it down there, and that?s where the apprehension occurs. Maybe, just maybe if we as humans cease to stop trying to understand and just exist, our fear would be less. Maybe if I didn?t over think the environment of the basement, it wouldn?t be such a threat to me.
Furthermore, fear has a way of manifesting itself in all of us. It?s almost like a living presence, practically tangible. The damp oldness of the room is palpable. You look around and see harsh, distorted outlines of unknown objects in the half-light. The hum of the central air conditioner distorts the sounds of your own movements, turning the mundane into the unsettling. You will always think you hear something when you venture into the chasmic room; a creak, a click, a shuffle. It?s a ridiculous thought, but you can?t help but consider another presence in the place. You might turn quickly around, swearing you saw something with your peripheral vision, but alas; only a dimly-lit corner. Or was it?- We are our thoughts. If we think fear, that fear becomes us. In my example, my trepidation of the basement allows me to see things that are not really there, merely figments of my imagination. Fear is also relative. What may be frightening to one may be just a typical scenario to another.
To see what we will do. Fear only affects us as much as we let it. See in this scenario I have one of two options: either I venture more into the basement or make a run for it.
Finally, you?ve had enough. You ascend the staircase, each groaning step quickening your retreat from the cryptic place. Many things may lead you into the basement ? curiosity, necessity, boredom ? but fear will almost certainly chase you out. My basement, at night ? truly a mysterious and creepy place to be.