I'm afraid of being alone at home. Everyone has their own fears. Some people are afraid of dogs, some people are afraid of exams, but I am not afraid of these things. What I fear most is being alone at home.
It happened to be raining lightly this day. I am at home alone. I have finished my homework. I am reading a horror novel at my desk with relish. Just when I saw the zombie attacking the building, the power went out suddenly. I only heard the rustling outside the door. I trembled with fear and broke out in a cold sweat. I seem to see a group of zombies coming towards me. After a while, the rustling sound came to mind again. I decided to have a look. I followed the sound to the living room and saw many monsters coming at me. I also saw a white ghost standing in front of them. I paused and sat down on the ground. At this time, I want to run, but my legs are weak. I had to crawl and hide in the bathroom. When I finally settled down. I looked up. Oh, my God, another nigger tried to arrest me. My face is pale and my legs are weak. I ran to my bedroom and closed a hard thing. At this point, my heart can't be calm for a long time. It seems that some rabbits are jumping around in my heart. At this time, I wish my mother would come back early, but I saw a green thing floating around like a jack-o'-lantern. I panicked and let out a cry. I can't wait to get under the bed at once. I grabbed a thick thing and threw it at the green thing. Soon I heard a heavy thing, the sound of landing, and then a thump. I was so scared that I quickly hid under the quilt.
Woke up the next day, only to know that the original rustling sound was the sound of the wind blowing on the window. The ghost in white is my mother's white skirt. The monster behind her was formed by the wind blowing the branches out of order. The ghost in black in the bathroom is my father's black towel, and the hard object I closed is the door. The green ghost is my mother's clothes, which was blown up by the wind. The sound of heavy objects landing is the sound of books landing. Of course, those voices, the knocking sound is my mother's knocking sound.
I will never feel terrible at home alone again. Son, don't scare yourself like me.
Today, the teacher asked us a question and said, "What are you afraid of?" The students raised their hands one after another. Some students said he was afraid of nightmares, some students said he was afraid of snakes, some students thought he was afraid of exams, some students thought riding a roller coaster was the most feared thing, and some students explained that he was afraid of power failure, and what I was most afraid of was staying at home alone.
One dark night, the geese flew straight over, and the wind whistled and blew up the curtains. Soon there was lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs. I was doing my homework at a cold desk when the power went out with a bang. The willow tree in the night fog approaches like a long-haired evil ghost, and the wind is still blowing. Suddenly I felt something coming towards me. "Knock, knock" and "What's that noise?" I said to myself, what if a ghost comes? Willy-nilly, I locked the door first, ran to the bed, jumped up, uncovered the quilt, covered my head and shrank in the corner. I began to think, will a ghost break into the house and eat me? How can I hit him when he comes? Is it the white skeleton in the valley of death in America? Is it like goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose or the caterpillar that was still crawling when it was accidentally dug out of the soil last time? God, the more I think about it, the more scared I am! Secretly opened the quilt to reveal a gap, just to see a man in a long coat walking on cloud nine. Could it really be a ghost? I was so scared that my face was bloodless and I was jumpy. I'm praying, "Mom, come back!" I kept shrinking in the corner and fell asleep unconsciously.
I woke up the next day and found that the man wearing a long coat last night was actually my mother's clothes hanging on the balcony. Ghosts there scare themselves. I rubbed my blurred eyes, had a big stretch, and continued to do the homework I didn't finish last night.
With this experience, I know there are no ghosts in the world. As long as you are strong and optimistic, you won't be afraid! I'm not afraid to stay at home alone anymore!
I'm afraid of being alone at home. Someone said, "What I'm afraid of is having nightmares." Someone said, "What I fear most is riding a roller coaster." Someone said, "My biggest fear is that I can't finish my homework." Others said, "What I fear most is that strangers are always chasing themselves." I have nothing to be afraid of? Even adults have it, then I must have it. What scares me most is being alone at home.
One night, it was past nine, and I was lying in a warm bed. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from home. I thought: there is no cat or dog at home, so who made these footsteps? The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I quickly locked the door, found out my equipment box, put on body armor, put on my helmet, protected myself with a water gun and a toy knife, and got into bed by myself. I thought in the quilt: who is outside the door? Is it death? God, the Jade Emperor bless you! My meat is not delicious. I take a bath once a month, and I am very dirty! My heart is pounding. I thought again: hey! Mom and dad are back, but it's not right! I stole a look before I heard the door open. It turned out that the people upstairs were walking! You scared me!
Each of us has our own fears, and we can solve them as long as we work hard to overcome them!
I'm afraid of being alone at home. Some people are afraid of exams, some people are afraid of small animals, some people are afraid of injections, and what I fear most is being alone at home.
One dark night, my mother didn't come home after working overtime. When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and played the game machine happily. While I was having fun, the power went out with a click, and I suddenly sweated and thought, "Oh, no, my mother hasn't come home yet." It's still night, it's terrible. " I sat on the sofa in a daze, and the wind blew the window loudly. Suddenly, I had an idea that I had to lock the door for safety. So, I walked to the door in fear and locked it, but another idea came again. Thieves will use some advanced tools, such as chainsaws ... the more I think about it, the more scared I am. I hurried back to my bedroom with only a pillow and a quilt beside me. I was very upset when I was lying in bed. I covered my head with a quilt and thought it would be safe, but the voices didn't go away. At this time, there was a "clang" door sound. I used my quick wits. I piled up sofas, televisions and stools to build a fortress. I lay inside, aiming at the door with a toy sniper rifle. As long as someone comes, I'll pull the trigger. The door opened. So mom and dad are back. I told my mother what I thought just now. My mother said, "I'm sorry, son, my mother is late." Next time, my mother will definitely come back early. "
The feeling of fear is a cold feeling. However, as long as you don't think about it, there is nothing to be afraid of at home alone.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. I was afraid of being alone at home, but I never admitted it to my parents.
Every time my parents ask me if I am afraid of being alone at home, I always blurt out, "No! I am not afraid! " However, it was not until I had that real experience that I felt that it was not terrible to be alone at home.
It was a Sunday afternoon when my parents suddenly got a call from the company and were ready to go out. As soon as I heard that they were going out, I thought that I was finally alone, and I felt very happy. But my mother was a little uneasy and repeatedly told me to be brave at home alone. I patted my chest and said, "Dad, Mom, it doesn't matter. I'll never touch anything at home again. " Mom and dad listened to my words and then went out with confidence.
When the two of them left, I was like a bird that just came out of a cage, as if my home was mine now. I immediately turned on the computer and took out the snacks that my mother didn't usually give me. I eat while playing games, and the computer screen is covered with oil.
It's almost 4: 30 when playing, and my head is dizzy. I thought: stop playing games and watch TV for a while. But when I turned on the TV, I found that the TV program was not good at all. Either this program is too boring or that program is too scary. Later, I turned off the TV, lying flat on the sofa and getting ready for bed.
It's getting dark and I'm scared. I got up and looked at it, and found that there was no legendary monster, so I turned on the light carefully ... At this moment, there was a clear sound of "di-di-di-di-di-di-di" in the dark room, and my nerves that I had just relaxed were tightened again, and I stood there in a cold sweat.
After waiting for a while, I walked carefully with small steps. Suddenly, "Ah!" Suddenly came out of the window. A scream scared me to "flop" on my knees, my mouth was panting and my heart stopped beating. I started to run, running to my bed in three steps and two steps. Like it or not, I lost my shoes and didn't take off my clothes. I got into bed directly, then covered my head with a quilt and began to cry in a low voice.
After a long time, I saw that there was no movement in the room before I dared to sit up slowly, get out of bed and get up the courage to come to the living room. Every step along the way, you can hear your shortness of breath and heartbeat. At this extremely tense moment, the door was opened with a bang. I huddled up with fear. I quickly hid behind the table, rolling and crawling, and kept muttering: "Brother monster, don't eat me, my meat is not delicious ..." Who knows, it was my dearest parents who opened the door and entered the room. They couldn't help laughing when they heard my mumbling. When I found out it was them who went home, I was embarrassed to laugh with them.
Later, I learned that the "tick-tock" sound came from the bathroom, because the faucet was not tightened after washing my hands, and the water flowed down the faucet. As for screaming, of course, I don't know which child downstairs accidentally made a strange call. Alas, I can really scare myself!
Since then, I have become much braver, and I am no longer afraid of being alone at home!
I'm afraid of being alone at home. 6 "Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom. I'm telling you, I know.
One opaque night, my mother asked me to go downstairs and throw garbage. I picked up the garbage bag and walked out of the house in fear. I get goose bumps at night. I feel that the blood in my body is rapidly cooled and frozen because of fear, and my neck is like being pinched by a ruthless hand, which makes me breathless. I speed up, while looking in all directions, for fear that there will be masked sweat.
Suddenly, a little wild cat came out of nowhere, which made my hair stand on end, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water-it took me a long time to get back to my senses. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I think of the ghost stories my friends told me. My heart is like a rabbit, my face is burning, my palms are all sweaty, and my back is sweaty. No real monsters are eating children, are they? I couldn't help running to the trash can with my heart in my throat. It feels like a century has passed in a few minutes.
Finally, I went to the trash can. I threw the garbage into the trash can like a Grenade and ran back without looking back.
It's chilly behind me, and the leaves rustle, just like ghosts crying, as if laughing at my cowardice. The moonlight shines on the wall like a pair of eyes staring at me. I swallowed and ran away. Almost rushing into the house, I sighed, but I could still hear my heartbeat clearly.
Every time I recall this scene, my heart will still beat involuntarily, and I will blush for my timidity.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. Sometimes when my mother goes out to do business, she will leave me alone at home. That's when I was most afraid. Even if all the lights were on, I was extremely scared.
Although my mother has been encouraging me, comforting me and teaching me "secrets", it is useless. To this end, my mother is very worried and helpless. I also want to overcome my fear, but I can't. I remember one time, my mother didn't come back until after nine o'clock, and I was crying alone at home. Mom came back, and I was still crying.
One day, I finally overcame my fear.
That day, my mother came back tired. I walked out of the room excitedly and handed my mother a cup of hot water. Mother said, "Xuan, my mother will go out for a while and come back in almost half an hour." You should be good. " After listening to my mother, I am not happy. I think my mother embarrassed me. I looked at my mother with begging eyes and said, "Mom, I don't want to be alone at home …" But the answer was hard and hard: "No!" Say that finish, mother went out. But she only brought a key and didn't know what to play.
Tick-tock, it's been 35 minutes. Why hasn't mom come back yet? I am in a hurry, my heart is beating faster and faster, and I am about to jump out! Tick tock, the clock is ringing happily. You stupid alarm clock, stop ringing. It bothers me. Can't you comfort others? The sadder others are, the happier they are. Stop! I thought painfully.
After more than ten minutes, I called my mother impatiently. "You are my eyes, take me ..." Hey, isn't this mom's cell phone ringtone? That's when I remembered that my mother didn't bring her cell phone, so she couldn't answer my phone. I was so anxious that I almost cried.
Twenty minutes later, my mother finally came back. As soon as she came in, I rushed over and shouted, "Mom, you finally came back. Why is it so late? "
"Oh, I'm sorry. I want to buy you snacks when I'm finished, so that you don't always call me after I go out. Unexpectedly, "my mother sighed," I didn't buy snacks. When I arrived at the gate of the community, I remembered that I only brought ten dollars, so I only bought you a few bags of potato chips. " As I spoke, my mother handed me the potato chips, and I vaguely heard her mutter, "Oh, what bad luck! I accidentally twisted my foot, really."
I shed tears again, this time not because I cried alone at home, but because I was moved by my mother's concern for me. Thank you, mom. I won't let you worry any more, I thought with tears in my eyes.
From that moment on, I am no longer afraid of being alone at home and turning on all the lights. Because I believe that my mother will always be by my side to protect me and worry about me elsewhere. Even if there are no snacks, I won't cry or call my parents. My mother will always love me the most.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. Everyone has their own fears, and I am no exception, but what I am afraid of is very strange: I am afraid of being alone at home.
In the eyes of others, a person can do what he wants at home and be free. But for me, this is a real fear.
Whenever my parents go out and I am alone at home, I feel cold from head to toe. I feel strange sounds coming from home. These sounds may be made by water pipes or refrigerators, but as soon as they enter my ears, they become the footsteps and gasps of monsters, thieves and murderers. I tried to calm down, ignore these voices and do my own thing, but after a while, a strong wind began to blow behind me. "ah!" I will scream at a high decibel, jump up and turn around a few times, trying to get rid of the "things" behind me. Especially when I practice piano at home, this fear will aggravate me. I sat shivering in front of the piano and didn't dare to stop. I'm afraid I'll hear those strange noises when I stop. At this time, I felt the notes played in the piano shaking. The door behind me opened and closed, and the cold wind blew in, as if a ghost was pulling my hair, and a thief was dancing in the room with stolen goods ... "Ah!" My heart was screaming loudly, trying to drive my body away, but when I looked at the timer with dozens of minutes left from zero, my heart collapsed. I can't escape. I don't have enough time to practice. This time is very desperate for me, and every point is suffering. My cold body won't warm up until my parents come back.
I'm too afraid to be alone at home. Although those scary things are imaginary, they are enough to scare me.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. 9. Open the floodgates of memory and recall the past. I seem to have gone back two years ago. ...
That was when I was in second grade. I came home from school that afternoon. There is no one at home. I opened my bag, took out my book and began to do my homework. More than an hour later, when my homework was finished and my mother didn't come back, I took an extra-curricular book, climbed into bed and read it with relish. After about half an hour, I suddenly heard the rain outside the window. Looking through the window, it turned out to be raining cats and dogs, and it was already dark. The wind roared like a devil howling. My mind went blank, my head began to sweat and my face went blank. Why don't you come back?
At this moment, I felt a female ghost running towards me. I suddenly turned around and there was nothing, but I always felt that something was watching me behind me. My heart is in my throat, and I can only hear my little heart pounding so hard that my hair stands on end.
It's getting dark, and I think there are monsters everywhere in the room. I was scared out of my wits and at a loss. I lay in bed, pulled up the quilt and sobbed, crying and crying, and I fell asleep. ...
When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother sitting by my bed, stroking me and looking at me affectionately. At this time, I really realized the warmth of maternal love, threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. 10 whoosh, storm, violently shaking the green trees on the roadside. Lightning shuttled through the air. As soon as I saw this scene, I thought of a scene that scared me. ...
It was a rainy evening, and my father didn't come back until after eight o'clock. My mother worked overtime and left me alone at home. Suddenly, the thunder outside scared me so much that I couldn't breathe. My heart is as anxious as fifteen buckets of water. At this time, my stomach was pointing at me and kept barking. I had no choice but to walk slowly into the kitchen with a small desk lamp. Bang-bang-suddenly there was a burst of thunder, which scared me out of my wits and made my feet weak.
After a while, I breathed a sigh of relief and got up the courage to move on. In order to alleviate my fear, I turned on all the lights in the room. Near the kitchen, I saw a pair of "red eyes" looking at me behind the door. I gasped, my legs were like lead, and I couldn't move on the spot, for fear that my red eyes would come and eat me.
But this is not the way to freeze. In order to avoid those "red eyes", I moved slowly and nervously, and thought: These "red eyes" must be afraid of light. Fortunately, the light was turned on just now, otherwise it would have come out to eat me. Moved to the bedroom, suddenly locked the door, then jumped on the bed, lifted the quilt and got into it. I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my throat.
In this way, I hid in the quilt and waited anxiously for my family to come back. It was not until my father came home to open the door that I hugged my father like I was released and told him about the "red eye" in the kitchen. ...
Accompanied by my father, I rushed to the kitchen. What are those "red eyes"? Finally, I found that the red eyes that scared me turned out to be the buttons on the water heater. What a false alarm!
I'm afraid of being alone at home. I was born timid. My parents always work overtime and leave me alone at home. It's fine during the day, in case my heart will jump into my throat at night.
At night, I am alone at home, sitting silently in the living room, afraid that bad people will take me away and dare not go out to play. At home, I only heard the ticking of the clock and the ticking of the water pipe, and I was trembling with fear.
It's often windy and rainy outside the window, just like a monster coming to catch me. Lightning made my house bright and dark, so I had to get into bed and cover my head with a quilt, afraid to come out.
Just got into bed, suddenly, the phone rang and I jumped with surprise. All kinds of fantasies come to mind: "What if it's a bad guy, a liar?"
Sometimes, when I was watching TV, the power suddenly went out. I was too scared to move, but just sitting there was not a good idea, so I got up the courage and went to the back room. As soon as I entered, I stepped on a furry thing, "Ah! It's a mouse! " I let out a cry, ran to the bedside table, opened the drawer and touched something slippery. "It's a candle!" "I took it out and found the lighter, but my hands were shaking and I couldn't hit it. It took me a long time to hit it. I approached the furry thing with a lighted candle and bent down to look at it. It turned out to be a carpet. It scared me to death. It was a false alarm.
Time goes by slowly. After what happened before, I understand a lot: there are no ghosts in the world. As long as you take precautions, you won't let the bad guys cheat you away ... gradually, you get used to it at home, and you don't have to be afraid anymore.
I'm afraid of being alone at home. Speaking of the first time I did my homework alone at home without my parents around, how scared I was! How scared I was at that time!
At that time, I was doing my homework. My mother pushed open the door and said, "Kiki, mom, you go out and do your homework at home. Call me if you need anything." I listened to my mother's words and quickly said, "No! Don't! " My mother guessed that I would be afraid and said, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter!" " "The words sound just fell and my mother went away. As soon as my mother left, my teeth began to tremble. I cheered myself up: "Jie Zheng. Don't be afraid, it's okay! " My heart is pounding. Looking at the quiet and empty house, I seem to have a horrible picture in my mind: thieves came, bad guys came to my house and I was taken away by them, caught fire and so on. I'm so lonely, thinking about the voice I used to talk to my mother and our laughter. There is no one at home now. Alas! Tragedy! I wonder if something happened to my mother. Anyway, it's all a horrible result. At this time, I feel that time has really passed for a long time. Just when I was thinking, my mother finally came back. I finally put down the big stone in my heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
Alas! It's terrible to be alone at home. I'm so scared!