Arhh! Again. I am having this unpleasant and weird feeling that someone is looking at me. In my room. This is getting scary but also annoying. I hate it when people stare at me or even look at me without any reason. And I am getting this feeling of being stared, in my own comfortable room? Where there is no one except me? So I turn around immediately upon receiving that weird feeling, and there is no one. I see the same things- my bed, closet, a tall rectangular mirror and my room door that is colored in dark brown. There is no one in my room. I am not scared. There is no ghost in this world. Then, I suddenly imagine those horror and thriller movies where the killers or ghosts hide in the closets. Ah. Fuck this. I am not gonna bother about it. After a minute, I just feel the need to open my closet just to check whatever the hell it may be inside. I slowly go up to my closet. Jason Voorhees If I open my closet, would Jason Voorhees from Friday