Fear

The kind of fear that strikes through the minds of mortal men, quickening their heartbeats from the mere thought. The kind of fear that crescendos with dischords as unknowns peer from behind hidden corners. The kind of fear from realizing the consequences of certain actions set in motion some time ago and cannot be reversed. The kind of fear that looms threateningly overhead like a thundercloud darkening an already cloudy sky. The kind of fear (itself) that one may sit and fear with white-knuckled anticipation that the worst of the ranting is not yet over. The kind of fear that fear itself fears. Indeed, that is a fear we won't wish upon our worst enemies: the kind of fear that we fear they would wish upon us.