Sometime I Give Myself The Creeps นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ripping it off, I crumpled it into a tiny ball before tossing it into the trash and proceeded to preheat the soup on a 5 minute timer. The house was a graveyard, the atmosphere uncanny as I darted glances behind me , afraid that there might be some unseen apparition looming by. Heck, sometimes, I got heavily paranoid , it felt ridiculous considering the fact that I usually watch horror movies alone with the lights turned off, at night. Now I'm supposedly 'scared' of the possibility of being alone at home, in broad daylight?

I put the headphones back on and turn the volume up to just listen to the angry roar of the music. The stale smell of fear and adrenaline lingers in the air even after everyone goes home. I can't stop rubbing my arms or moving around. The music helps keep me distracted but it doesn't completely frown out the hum. Once in a while, I can feel them staring at me. It gets a lot worse when they do. "What?" Leelie asks when I glance in her direction. "I-I can't take this," I tremble. They all looked at me, watching my body shake. "I'm going to lose my shit. I feel it,"

To store things you wouldn’t want others getting hold of. I wonder if it’s something sinister or creepy; I mean he is the master at shocking me to the core with the lengths he goes to with his devil side. I’m not sure what I’m expecting but my gut says it’s not good at all. I fidget, fingers itching, so I pull a cushion into my lap to focus my nervousness. I blow out some air to try to expel the tension and tap my foot absentmindedly, so wrought and tied up with angst.