Personal Narrative: The Monster

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Shhhhh. Shhhhh. The monster made its way closer towards me. Shhhhh. Shhhhh. It reached for me, trying to drag me away from my family, from safety. If it caught me, I may never escape from its cool, deathly grasp. Closer and closer it crept, intent on capturing me and never letting go. * * * At the age of seven, I was afraid of many things: being alone in the dark, snakes, and spiders (that last fear never went away). But there was a fear above all the others, one that petrified me at even the thought of facing it: the ocean. I never understood where the fear came from. Perhaps it originated in the dark waves that seemed so cold and unrelenting. Or maybe it was from all those horror movies, the ones where

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