Is That You?
All the doors seemed the same. Exactly the same. But of course, the doors weren't the only identical things that night. As Maria gazed through the large ajar door, panting for breath, her eyes screamed terror. Her eyes were red, though it was difficult to make out amidst the darkness, or nothingness. People fear, and have always feared the unknown. This is largely because solution to the unknown cannot be evaluated by a set of predetermined possibilities, and hence make us completely helpless. But what was Maria afraid of? She recalled how her Mother would call out to her when she, afraid, would refuse to enter the dark storeroom - "There's nothing to be afraid of Mar, here's just me!". Just me. But Maria is now brave. She isn't afraid of the dark. She isn't afraid of anything in fact (except cockroaches, of course!). She looked back. The terror in her eyes resembled the terror in the eyes of the deer when it hears the soft crumbling sound of the dry ...