The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.
In this moment of realization, the character experiences a profound sense of fear, not from any supernatural element, but from the stark understanding of how fragile and easily dismantled one's life can be. The notion that everything one has worked hard to achieve can be destroyed in an instant is a chilling thought. This acknowledgment of vulnerability highlights the precarious nature of existence and the ease with which stability can be...
