The Girl Who Knew No Fear: Week 5 Story

Romantic and Atmospheric Graveyard (World’s Best Music, 1900) by Helen Kendrik Johnson. Found on wikimedia.

From a very early age, Mindy realized that she had no fear. Her mother would ask her to do things and she wouldn't know why, like locking the door or staying in at night. Eventually, she started to seek out this mysterious feeling that drove her mothers actions.
"Mother, I'm leaving," she said.
"Oh Mindy, you mustn't. There are so many dangerous in the world," her mother replied.
"I know, mother. I'm going to find them."
And so she left on a quest to find fear. On her way she came across a group of vagrants squatting in a abandoned rail station. They looked at her with awe and confusion as she walked up to them.
"Escuse me? Do you know where I can find fear?" she said.
"Miss, now why would you be looking for something like that?" one of the bedraggled men replied.
"I haven't been able to find it yet."
Slowly, a man with long, straw looking hair looked at her with his eyes wide and face white. "If you're looking for fear, check the cemetery down the road. Now, you have to bring some food in with you," he said.
"Alright," she replied. And off she went. The short walk to the graveyard would have been unnerving to others, but she didn't register the dilapidated buildings lining the streetcar the grim sky ominously lighting her way.
Once in the cemetery, she set up a picnic by a mausoleum, bring out a sandwich she had packed of the journey. Now, unbeknownst to her, a figure was watching. It slow made it's way over to the girl, pondering why such a young child had come into its territory. And then it vanished.
Now Mindy was happily eating when a disembodied hand atteptmed to grad her food.
"excuse me! What do you think you're doing!" she exclaimed as she slapped the offending hand away.
"I seek payment for your presences in my home," said an echoing voice.
"Well, this is my food, and you will be having none of it!"
And the hand vanished. Annoyed at eh encounter, Mindy finished her meal then walked back to the man who told her to come her.
"You send me to a place where someone would try to steal my food! Shame on you!"
"Were you not frightened by the ghost who lives within the gate?" asked the man.
"If anything I'm angry! How dare someone take what was rightfully mine!" said the girl.
The men all looked at this small figure shocked, for more than one man had ventured into the graveyard, and none of them had escaped without fear. And so she continued on her quest to find fear.

Author's Note: This story is adapted from Fear, a story in Forty-four Turkish Fairy Tales by Ignacz Kunos, with illustrations by Willy Pogany (1913). I have taken this story, originally about a boy who does not have fear and goes on a journey to find it, and placed it in the modern day and changed the main character to a girl. Now, the story goes on to have more quests and searches for fear before the man is eventually afraid from a jump scare. At the end of the story, he becomes king. I have chosen to explore a smaller section of the plot in order to fully account for the length needed to change the whole story.