The Demon of Fear

It started when I was a child… I felt the demon clutch at me, knotting my stomach into a tight ball of jerking, living tissue. It burned and I felt like I was going to retch.

I was standing at the top of the stairs looking down into the dark cold basement. The chain for the light dangled on the far wall, and a breeze from nowhere moved it, scraping it against the wall. Flakes of paint fell down to the floor, but I didn’t see them fall. What lay before that chain was a black abyss – space undefined by my mind and not paced many times to force the memorization of its contours.

I hated the strange smell of the basement. The walls and floors were clammy and cold. The shadows danced across the wall as a solitary light cut through the gloom. There were places under the large wood table and behind the furnace that I couldn’t see. Places that I didn’t want to know who or what could be lurking there. I wavered on the stairs and then fled back to the safety of the warm kitchen. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that basement alone because if I was – IT might kill me.

That wasn’t the only time I felt the demon slip his arms around me. It happened every night when I went to bed. I hated the darkness of my bedroom because of its secrets. There was no hope of being rescued. Mom was 20 feet away behind a closed door and it didn’t matter if she heard my screams – she wouldn’t reach me in time. I would be dead in a few seconds and the closet would be the source of my doom. I hated that closet and the hangers that clicked and swayed in the moonlight.

Then one day everything changed. It was as if the demon had been slain with an invisible lance plunged through his heart, straight from Saint George himself. For when I became a man, I gave up my childish ways and I knew that fear had no hold over me. The demon had fled.

I must not fear. Fear kills my mind and dulls the senses which in normal circumstances allow me to think, act, exist. Fear is a mind-killer.

That demon has many brothers and I’ve not mastered all of them, but my comfort is found in the words of God that gives me the weapons to fight back.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?” – The light burns brightest in the hour of darkness. “The lord is the defense of my life; whom shall I dread?” – The protector of my very soul, the God who numbers all the hairs of my head. Now there is really nothing to fear except fear itself…


We could have so much to fear, but the truth of God’s word causes us to conquer our fears and slay the demons of darkness. “For God did not give us a spirit of timidity but one of power, love, and self-discipline.”


  1. Great post! Fear is such a real thing in many of our lives. The Bible encourages us to overcome fear and walk in the power and strength of the Lord. The Bible also cautions us not give into fear of man. (Fear of man will prove to be a snare.) Yet, we are supposed to have a healthy fear and respect for God.

    In my life I have found I sometimes fear difficulty. At work I am often challenged by the difficulty of my job. I have all kinds of obstacles to overcome and often work 12 hr days to get the job done. I know overcoming difficulty and facing my fears will build character in my life, but the growing process is difficult.

    Guess I’m rambling now. :)

    P.S. Get well soon!

  2. I suppose self-doubt would be my personal demon. Kinda hard to tell, but I do have difficulty convincing myself that my mistakes aren’t the end of the world.

    Great work, Mister Novak. :)

  3. That’s a wonderful post, Eric. Thanks for that. I sometimes experience fear…especially if it’s in the night. Although I know I have nothing to fear, it still comes. This was very encouraging and uplifting. Thanks again! :)

  4. Wow, very powerful. You have such a gift with words.

  5. come to our blog.Felicity

  6. nice job eric. This is pretty sweet.

  7. Howdy Eric! I thought you hadn’t posted on your blog in forever, since I haven’t been receiving updates. Did the ‘bleach’ wipe out your email list too? 😉 The bad thing about those updates is that I tend to completely rely on them and not visit the blog unless I receive one. :-/ So, sorry I haven’t been here in such a very long time! Happy 18th birthday! I hope it was great.


  8. Hey, yeah, where did your email list go? I haven’t got anything. And are you guys over your cold yet? I wanna come over 😛

  9. I remember those fears of strangers in the dark; of sleeping downstairs; of not waking up in the morning…

    Thanks for connecting childish ways with fear. It makes sense now.

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