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༶•~The Book of Phobias~•༶ {DISCONTINUED......For Now}

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Creative_Kylee avatar Creative_Kylee
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You may want some context to this book.

I need to practice my writing skills, so I decided to make a book of phobias. It's basically just a bunch of short stories describing what it feels like. Now, I don't have any phobias myself, so I apologize if I misinterpret any of them.

I don't really have a long list of phobias to base the stories off of, so please do put suggestions in the comments.

I guess that's all you really need to know. I just want to practice writing.


A List of Phobias:

Nyctophobia - Fear of Darkness ✔️

Arachnophobia - Fear of Arachnids ✔️

Claustrophobia - Fear of Enclosed Spaces ✔️

Trypanophobia - Fear of Needles ✔️

Astraphobia - Fear of Storms ❌

Haphephobia - Fear of Being Touched ❌

Megalophobia - Fear of Large Objects ❌

Pediophobia - Fear of Dolls ❌

Agliophobia - Fear of Pain ❌

Phasmophobia - Fear of Ghosts ❌

You can also find this story on Wattpad

༶•~The Book of Phobias~•༶ {DISCONTINUED......For Now}
༶•~Nyctophobia - Fear of Darkness~•༶

Tuesday, October 20th, 2020

I'm sometimes scared to admit it, but I'm afraid of the dark

I'm sometimes scared to admit it, but I'm afraid of the dark. The sun is setting and I'm in the middle of nowhere. I can feel the mist and fog lay around me. It's getting colder. Freezing even. I'm starting to shiver. I can't tell if it's from fear or just being cold.

I can feel a blast of cool air against my skin, wiping me from my feet. I bring my knees to my chest and sit in a fetal position. Alongside my shaking body, my hands are digging into my arms. The nails are piercing my skin, deep enough to draw blood. I need warmth. It's just so cold.

Falling into an infinite ocean, the water freezes above me. I pound on the ice, but it just won't crack. Looking down, it's a dark void of nothingness. It's so cold. I need warmth. Please. I need something, anything. Please, please. I can't breathe. Why can't I breathe? I'm under the ice, screaming, but no one can hear me down here. Everything is starting to hurt. The cold hurts.

The blood is my only warmth. My nails are digging deeper. I need more warmth. Please. Take me out of this nightmare. There's no light. I can feel my body starting to fail. I can't feel my face. Something's under me. It's coming out of the darkness below my feet. I'm trying to scream, but I can't make a sound. Help me. Please. Someone. Anyone! It's got me. I'm being dragged down. Kicking and flailing my arms. It won't let go. I'm not going to make it.


There's a crack in the ice. A hole of hope right above me. I can't reach it! There's a hand. I kick at the creature harder than before. The hand, I've grabbed it! I'm being pulled out of this cold miserable ocean.

I look up. It's my best friend. They have a flashlight in hand. I try to stand up, but I can feel my legs start to crumble under the weight of my body. My friend catches me mid fall, and I can feel warmth. I've never hugged someone so tight in my life. My warmth is back. The light is here.

I just noticed that I was crying. Cold dead tears. My friend said that I've been away from the camp for hours. Everyone's been looking for me. I can finally go back home. I need to sleep. Everything will be better again when the daylight comes back over the horizon.

༶•~The Book of Phobias~•༶ {DISCONTINUED......For Now}
༶•~Claustrophobia - Fear of Enclosed Spaces~•༶

Tuesday, October 20th, 2020

Claustrophobia - The extreme or irrational fear of enclosed spaces

I have been afraid of small spaces for as long as I can remember. That's why I always take the stairs. The elevators were pretty small in my apartment building, so I never dared to look at them. Just the thought of being inside one sends shivers down my spine.

It's late in the afternoon when I was walking back to my apartment. Bright and sunny as always. The warm air against my skin made me feel all fuzzy inside. I walked in, but something caught me by surprise. There was a sign in front of the stairs that read "Please use the elevator. There has been a chemical spill". I didn't want to believe this. Maybe I should just go to a friend's house. But then my friend would think I'm just acting like a wus. I guess I'll just have to take the elevator.

As it opened up, I could feel my heart start to race faster. I wanted to start walking back, but something kept urging me to go on. I'm inside. My body starts to violently shake. I rub my temples and keep telling myself, "It's only 3 floors".

The elevator stops. A wave of relief overwhelms my body. I'm ready to run out the door and never have to see this horrid place again. I'm ready. Waiting, waiting... The door isn't opening. Why has it not opened?? I grasp my heart as it starts to ache. My body is tensing up. I'm banging on the door with all of my might. I can hear someone on the other side telling me to stay calm. They're going to get help.

I can't stay calm. The door is stuck. I'm trapped in a small room. I think I'm having a panic attack. I can feel my hands getting clammy. My heart is banging against my ribcage, as my anxiety builds up. I can't move. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to think of the enclosed space around me. Warm tears fill up my eyes. I can feel the walls closing in on me. I'm being crushed. It's hard to breathe. The room is spinning and getting smaller.

I hear more noise on the other side of the door. What are they saying? I can't hear anything but my own breathing. It comes out heavy in warm huffs. The door! It's opening. I quickly sprint out of the elevator as fast as my legs can take me. Someone takes me into their arms and tells me that everything's going to be alright. I look up to find that it's my sister. She's the only one who knows that I have Claustrophobia.

My sister leads me to my apartment. I walk in and immediately go to my room to lay down. I slam the door shut. As I'm laying there, the door starts to slowly creak open. It's my sister asking if I'll be alright. I tell her that I'll be fine. My eyes fall heavy as I drift off into the safe dark abyss. I'm never going back into an elevator. I think I've spent too much time away from the stairs.

༶•~Trypanophobia - Fear of Needles~•༶

Tuesday, October 20th, 2020

This one's for you JessaMoon!

Trypanophobia - The extreme or irrational fear of needles

Needles... It's hard to think about them. You see, I have Trypanophobia. I'm afraid of needles. I can faint just trying to look at one! It's basically just a thin knife right? A tiny little object. Why do needles scare me so much? Well. I guess it's my time to find out.

I'm sitting on the couch when all of a sudden I heard a ding on my phone. I thought it would just be a random Discord notification, but it was much more. It was a text from my mom. She told me to meet her at the little store two blocks away. It was urgent. So, I got up and grabbed some running shoes, then I headed off.

I was about a yard away, when I saw that she was flailing her arms at me. She was screaming at me to start running faster. Which I did. She quickly grabbed my arm and basically yeeted me into the car. I didn't even have a chance to buckle before she started driving.

We are going a bit over the speed limit. I finally asked her what was going on. She explained that my twin had been shot in a robbery. A store was being robbed downtown, and I heard that my twin had tried to fight off the robber. Yup. That sounds like my twin alright.

We got to the hospital and a nurse led us up the stairs into a hallway. I saw a janitor across the way cleaning up some blood. We stopped at a door with the number 69 on it. I was told to wait outside the door while my mom went in.

I leaned my ear against the door only to be greeted with sobbing. I was afraid. What if my twin is dead? God, I hope not. Pain started going through my heart as all the bad thoughts rushed through my mind. Then the door opened. A nurse came out saying that my twin might not survive. They've lost a lot of blood. Only a blood donation can save them now.

I know what I have to, but I don't know if I have the will to do it. But I must! My twin's life is a risk. I don't think I could live without my twin. I met them before we were born. Losing them would be like losing part of your soul.

I looked up at the nurse telling her that I can donate some blood. She then asked me how I was with needles. I lied and said I'm perfectly fine with needles. She quickly brought me to another room. A couple other people followed in all wearing doctor outfits. The nurse laid me down on a hospital bed and called in the doctor. He came in and started doing all the necessary things to my arm, to get ready for blood stealing.

Then he brought the needle out. My eyes grew wide as I stared at it. My body started trembling. I felt like I was going to pass out. My breathing got heavier as the needle came closer to piercing my skin. Feeling sweat sliding down my face, I glanced over at my mother, who was holding my hand, knowing that this was the only way to save my twin. She told me to not look at the needle, and just keep looking at her.

My ears were ringing and all I could see were flashes of bright colours. The ringing was getting louder and louder as the needle got closer. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster. Tears were nipping at the edge of my eyes.

The needle was in.

I stared in shock watching the needle just sit there. It felt like the world just stopped. Reality froze. Everything is standing still. I snapped back when the needle was pulled out and a little tube was inserted. My arm felt numb and my eyelids grew heavy, as darkness took it's grasp on my soul.

I awoke to a bunch of people surrounding me, doctors and family members all around. I sat up and felt a little queasy. I asked my mother what had happened, but before I finished, I completely remembered every minute of it. I guess I had just passed out.

Afterwards, I was told that my twin will be fine. I've saved my twin, but at what cost? I keep having flashbacks and nightmares of the moment. I'll forget it eventually. At least my twin is back home safe. I think I'll stay away from the doctor's for a while.

༶•~Arachnophobia - Fear of Arachnids~•༶

Wednesday, October 21st, 2020

Author's Note:
This chapter is really long. Over 1.3k words. I just got so into writing the story that I kinda just forgot I was meant to make a short story-
I based this a bit off of my own little bit of Arachnophobia. Sorry if this chapter's kinda predictable.

Arachnophobia - The extreme or irrational fear of arachnids

There are many kinds of arachnids. Like scorpions, mites and ticks, harvestmen, pseudoscorpions, whip scorpions, solpugids, and the worst of them all: Spiders… They are just eight legged creepy crawlies. What if it’s a poisonous spider and it bites you? Or maybe it’s not a poisonous one, but it can still bite you! I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be itching all day! Anyways, spiders are scary. That’s basically the gist of it.

Today started off like any other day. I didn’t want to wake up, but it doesn’t give me a reason to get out of school. So I change my clothes, brush my teeth, and put on some shoes. Then I head off to school.

While walking down the street I remembered that we're going to visit a nearby high school today. This morning was very busy and full of tired students. I glanced around, making sure that I would not be out of place. I’m kind of an introvert. You know? The quiet kid in the back of the classroom.

It’s now later in the afternoon and I’m walking to the door of the science room. Then I see them. The so-called “Popular” kids. I always ignore and avoid them as much as possible. Science is basically the only class the 4 of them share with me.

I walked in and took my seat in the back, as usual, but out of nowhere the populars started walking towards me. I didn’t know what to do in a moment like this. Then I remembered the paper I memorized to talk to them. Yes. I had a little speech ready. But in the moment I forgot every word.

The girl in front put her hand down and leaned against my desk, “So, we heard you're afraid of spiders”. I tried to build up some confidence, but my voice came out a bit high pitched, “Y-Yeah...So?”. I don’t really know what they’re trying to achieve with this information, but I can tell this is not going to end well. “Ah, good, good. So you know the trip we’re going on in a couple of minutes?”, she giggled with a slight glint of wickedness.. They’re all plotting something. I can feel it! “Mhm.”, I responded with a tint of nervousness. “The high school has a room with a bunch of scorpions and spiders. You know that right?”. “Mhm..!”. Yeah. I wanted to avoid that room. What is she trying to say about it anyway? “I dare you to hold a spider. The school does allow it after all”. I was shocked, “What?! No way! Never! Nope! I’m not gonna hold a spider!”. She smirked and replied with “We’ll give you 50 dollars to hold a spider for 1 minute”.

I have to think hard on this one. My family’s really poor and could use the money. It’s only for 1 minute right? Now bad can that be? I hesitated...“D-Deal.” It hurt my gut to say that, but we all agreed to meet in that classroom when we get to the high school.

We were about 6 minutes away from getting there on the bus. I leaned my head against the window and could feel the vibration of the moving bus on my head. This could definitely cause a headache. I started to think about the fear I’m going to feel while holding a spider. It gave me flashbacks to when I was young. My older brother passed away from a deadly spider bite. He had really liked spiders.

I remember sitting in the cold hallway of the hospital. I wasn’t allowed in the room. A nurse came out and glanced at me with extreme sadness in her eyes. She crouched down and looked at me. With a straight face, “Your brother is not going to make it”. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t think this was real. I started to scream-

The bus stopped. I guess I was a bit lost in thought. I sat my head up and felt some tears on my face. Seems that I was crying. I didn’t even notice. The students started walking out of their buses and we all grouped up with our respective class. The teachers told us a bunch of boring rules. We were then allowed to go explore as much as we wanted, but we have to meet back up at 1:30.

I was heading off to the Eastern side of the building hoping to not find those pesky popular kids anywhere, but my luck had ended when I felt a hand on my
shoulder. "Remember our deal?". I looked up and tried to avoid all eye contact. I started with a sigh, "Yeah..I guess so.."

We went on our way to the Western side of the building where the classroom stood. She kept looking back to make sure I was following her. Is this some kind of sick joke? They know that I have Arachnophobia. Why would they want me to hold a spider? What the hell is going on in their thick dumb skulls that think this is okay? But, I agreed. Maybe I'm a fool. Hopefully it will be worth it in the end.

We stop at a door and the girl tells me to enter first. I close my eyes, scared of what may be in front of me. Then I start opening them. I froze. There's spiders EVERYWHERE. Who in their right mind would need THIS many spiders?? She goes over to one of the tanks, and gestures for me to walk over to her. The rest of the group follow behind. I look in the tank and there sits a Goliath Bird-Eating Tarantula.

"You want me to hold THAT?!"

"Of course."

"oh. okay."

She starts lifting off the lid of the tank, but I think I may be having second thoughts- SHE IS PICKING UP THE TARANTULA HOLY SH-

My thoughts were cut off as it was basically dropped in my hands. It looks at me dead in the eyes. I can't stop looking at it. I just want to drop it and run away screaming.

50 seconds left.

It starts moving. I can feel all of the little hairs brushing against my skin. I'm about to burst out in tears. I hate this. Please just take it away. My hands start to shake. The fang thingies are way to close.

20 seconds left.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. The tears are running down my face. Why is it taking so long? My body is trembling out of fear. I can't do this.

5...4...3...2.....1 Done!

I quickly hand the spider over. My tears are running like a waterfall. I hold my hands over my head, trying to forget about what just happened. I'm shaking intensely. The kids look surprised for some odd reason. Didn't they know what was going to happen? The girl puts the spider away and quickly hands me 50 bucks and turns her head to look the opposite direction from me. Now that is the face of guilt. I look over at another kid in the group and notice that they're holding their phone out. Were they..Were they recording?... Bruh. Are they gonna use this as blackmail? I really hope not-

She holds her hand up as if she's about to say something, but the bell rings. It's 1:30. I sprint out the door and head off with the rest of the class. Her and I don't talk to each other for the rest of the day. We avoid eye contact if all possible.

It's been about two weeks since that incident, and I still think about it from time to time. I may not be over spiders, but at least I got 50 bucks.


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༶•~Arachnophobia - Fear of Arachnids~•༶ : 10/21/2020 3:09:42 pmOct 21st, 2020

This is definatly the longest chapter by a long shot. From what I understand from Wattpad, this chapter should take you at least six minutes to read-

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12/11/2020 7:08 am
Level 27 : Expert Enchanter
AvatarKage avatar
Out of these, I have:
Nyctophobia - Fear of Darkness
Arachnophobia - Fear of Arachnids
Astraphobia - Fear of Storms (I wouldn't call this a phobia for my case tho)
Phasmophobia - Fear of Ghosts
11/21/2020 3:33 pm
Level 31 : Artisan Procrastinator
rainyafternoon avatar
I think writing one about whatever the fear of getting lost or being left alone is? I definitely can relate to that, it's very stressful
10/31/2020 5:28 am
Level 2 : Apprentice Warrior
little_qt avatar
10/27/2020 2:40 pm
Level 39 : Artisan Scribe
pharaohbean avatar
read up to Arachnopobia, thank you telling me that a fear of needles exists because I am f-ing terrified of the things- XD
also am scared of spiders-

uhm- one i think would be a bit challenging to work with- maybe Hydrophobia? y'know, fear of water XD
It would be very challenging to work, I'm sure, but you need the practice, right? XD
10/22/2020 7:09 pm
Level 19 : Journeyman Fish
Yeerbles avatar
do autophobia/monophobia
the fear of being alone

basic description:

basically, i'm afraid of being alone
even in a safe and secure place like home

take note that i'm not afraid of being alone; i'm afraid of not being alone in places where i should be alone
10/21/2020 3:14 pm
Level 36 : Artisan Procrastinator
TropicalTuNA avatar

XD im sorrrryyyy
10/21/2020 3:18 pm
Level 52 : Grandmaster Creeper Hugger
Creative_Kylee avatar
This is beautiful. Quite majestic-
10/20/2020 8:02 pm
Level 53 : Grandmaster Kitten
JessaMoon avatar
May I say you actually handled the build up really well for the story!! x
That is actually something that happens when you are about to give a blood donation with Trypanophobia where everything gets heightened the closer it actually is done! x

Really great story with the phobia and you presented it well! x
The plot of it is also a great one seeming as that is actually a lot more common scenario in hospitals than some believe! x
Amazing Kylee haha!! x
10/20/2020 8:04 pm
Level 52 : Grandmaster Creeper Hugger
Creative_Kylee avatar
Wait. Is that actually how a blood donation works? I kinda just winged it. Thank you for the kind feedback! <3
10/20/2020 8:58 pmhistory
Level 53 : Grandmaster Kitten
JessaMoon avatar
Sometimes if it is an immediate emergency and there was something within the bloodline where others couldn't be compatible, if there is a twin without a deficiancy or flaw in their blood it can be given via blood donation because of identicality where they collect the blood in the bag and give it to the other x
(But it is a bit more intricate comparred to my poor explanation XD) x
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