What goes on in my mind..

Clawing at The Door

Brother(or anyone else. Doesn't matter who): *in the bathroom*

Me: *stands out side the door silently, and slowly claws at the door*

Brother: who's there?

Me: *doesnt reply and keeps clawing*

*toilet flushing*

Me: *moves and hides right by the door*

*door opens*

Brother: hello....? *steps out a little*

Me: *screams bloody murder jumping out*

Brother: *screams, and try's to punch me barely missing*

Mom: SHUT UP ITS LIKE 11 PM!!!!!