Here’s the thing about fear. It’s always there. Fear of the unknown, fear of facing it alone. Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one, there’s another monster waiting to take its place. Fear that there’s one more boogeyman waiting at the end of the dark hall.
“Our story is about a town; a small town and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though and you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.”
Fear. It’s the most basic, the most human emotion. As kids, we’re afraid of everything. The dark.. The boogeyman under the bed… And we pray for morning. For the monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really. Here’s the thing about fear. It’s always there. Fear of the unknown, fear of facing it alone… Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one, there’s another monster waiting to take its place. Fear that there’s one more boogeyman waiting at the end of the dark hall.
When my father got arrested, it was the worst thing ever. All these trolls started writing horrible things about us. We’d get letters and e-mails saying that my dad was a thief, my mom was a clueless socialite, and that I was the spoiled rich-bitch ice princess. And what hurt the most about it was… The things the trolls were writing were true.
