scared to death

    It's cold outside.
    I lie down on my bed,dark all around.I doubt that there is something bad in the bureau.The windows are ratting in the wind.Small noise seems bigger than usual. Who is it ,I don't know.Maybe no one.
    I don't know why I am so scared.I am addicted to horror and thriller,something irritating.
     Undoubtly ,I have a long way to go .Though mang things make me lose.Lose in one imaginal would .
    I cannot stop,cannot have any break.'cause so does my brain.