Confessions of a Thantophobiac

Confessions of a Thantophobiac

An incident happened to me two years ago. Deepavali was around the corner. Normally, my parents and relatives will go to the cemetery and will give offerings for deepavali to their ancestors. Two year's ago, I wanted to face my fear's and I decided to follow them. I hesitated at first, but I knew that I could not live in fear for long, as one day I myself would have to go to the cemetery. We all met in my uncle's house and travelled in his lorry to the cemetery. When we reached there I was very excited. My friends have told me that when you wear red and go to the cemetery, you can see spirits. I was very curious thus I wore my red dress and red slippers. When I went there my uncle told me to stay in the lorry with my cousin as it would be very dangerous. I did not know why.

I pretended to listen to him and obeyed his instructions. When we were in the lorry I waited for my cousin to fall asleep. I heard a sound from behind the tree. I wandered off as I was really getting very curious. When I reached the tree, someone pulled my hand and I started screaming with my eyes closed. I did not know what had happened after that. After a while, I heard my mother calling my name. I woke up startled and panting like a dog. I did not want to know what had happened. It has been two years since that incident happened. But it still pop's up in my head now and then. It haunts me in the night.

I hate death!!!! Well, although I know that all of us have do die one day and even our loved ones have to die one day, I m still scared of losing them. Nowadays, although technology has grown, olden beliefs and history will not be forgotten.