That time, I was really afraid of writing.

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to writing. With the help of writing, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the time for me to help you tidy up. I'm really afraid of writing. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

I was really afraid of writing at that time 1 I worked overtime one night, just me.

Oh, my God, that's great! I'm the only one at home! I said to myself at home.

Just as I was talking proudly, suddenly the light went out, the TV turned off by itself, and even the fan didn't turn. What happened? Is there a power outage? Sure enough, the whole community was blacked out.

A cold wind blew and the clothes hanging on the balcony began to shake. The baby cries from time to time, and the doors and windows creak.

I've been hiding under the covers, afraid to come out, shaking all over. Although it is very hot, my heart has been full of fear, and the thriller fragments in various horror films keep popping up in my mind, as if all the monsters inside appeared in front of my eyes! Ten minutes is too long for me. It seems like half a century has passed.

Know, know, know! I was so scared that I plugged my ears as soon as I heard the sound. But after listening carefully, it turned out that the window was not closed properly, and I didn't know the singing coming from outside.

This is a wonderful song, but it has become the most terrible sound in my ears. In order not to hear the voice that made me tremble, I tiptoed to the living room for fear of angering those monsters. It's only a few steps, but I walked for half an hour. Finally arrived at the destination, completed the task and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knock, knock, knock.

This sound made me relax and became a height again. I swallowed and took a deep breath to ignore the sound. But there is still a voice in my heart calling me to open that door.

I plucked up my courage and walked slowly to the door. Just halfway through, I heard a familiar voice: it's mom, open the door quickly. It's really mom! It's really mom! I flew over, opened the door, threw myself into my mother's arms and held her tightly.

I just received the news of the power outage in the community and came back on leave.

Hmm!

It's late at night, so I can only keep vigil with the stars. Crickets sing about it. That frightened little girl was sleeping just now!

That time, I was really afraid of composition 2. That time, I was really scared.

Outside, the smell of spring, the fragrance of flowers and the bright sunshine remind me that it's time to go out for a walk. So my heart is not as good as my action. I called my parents and went out for a walk together. I just wanted to ride a bike, so I took it out with me. I rode my bike in front, and they followed, so I made bold progress. The wind is not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer, but it is warm and comfortable. I look ahead and look at the surrounding scenery from time to time. Flowers compete with each other, birds fly in the wind and butterflies show their beautiful wings. I was deeply attracted by what I saw, and I reached the fork in the road before I knew it. I turned to ask which way to go, but there was no one behind me. I suddenly panicked. I looked at the passing cars and familiar sights around me, but now I am strange. I really froze, afraid to move. My heart beat faster, my palms sweated and I forgot where I came from. I tried to ask for help, but I found no one around, only a few cars passed by occasionally. Even if someone passes by, I dare not ask for directions, because I don't think anyone looks like a good person. I am very helpless and regret it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. At that moment, my heart was so excited that I was about to jump out. When I turned around, it was my anxious parents! "How did you suddenly disappear ..." Hearing this long-lost nagging, I was ecstatic, and if I would dislike it at ordinary times, it would become natural at the moment. My nose is sour. I want to cry but I can't. My parents looked at me in surprise. I can't say a word. After a long time, the first thing I said was "Say it quickly ..." They were in distress and had to send me home first. Along the way, they told me their actions and anxiety after they couldn't see me, and also gave me a serious education.

When I got home, I told the story again, but it didn't seem so thrilling at that time. But that time, I was really scared, afraid that I would never see the person I loved again, and afraid that I would never go to the place I once yearned for.

At that time, I was really afraid that time would flow away like running water. Many things fell into the sea like a needle and I couldn't pick it up. Only that incident lit up my heart like a lighthouse.

After school that day, I corrected my homework with several group leaders. It was not until after seven o'clock that I said goodbye to my classmates in a hurry and went home hungry.

The street lights flashed, and a horrible picture flashed in my mind. The more I walk, the more scared I get. I really regret not listening to my parents and waiting for them to pick me up at school! Sasha vujacic!' I heard a string of footsteps and thought: Is it a ghost? Suddenly I turned around and saw an uncle walking while playing with his mobile phone. I trembled and got goose bumps. I shouted in my heart: Is this man following me? I stepped up, and he seemed to step up; I slowed down on purpose, and he seemed to slow down. I reconfirmed in my mind that he was following me! I bent down to tie my shoelaces on purpose, and then my uncle disappeared! It turned out that he walked into another road. I seem to have put down a big stone in my heart. When I came to a corner, I glanced back from the corner of my eye. This glance is irrelevant. What a shock-I saw a shadow printed on the wall! There are two voices in my heart: "Ghost, run!" "A ghost! That's her own shadow! " As soon as I heard it, I took a closer look and it was really my own shadow!

After a long walk, I saw a toilet on the side of the road. I'm going in. Suddenly I heard a noise in the toilet.

"ah!" I couldn't bear it any longer and screamed out.

I turned and ran without going to the toilet. I saw home! I rushed in and closed the door, and it took me a long time to calm my pounding heart.

After I recovered my strength, I remembered that there are no ghosts in the world, but you are afraid.

I was really afraid of composition 4 at that time. Every time I think of that autumn outing in grade two, I never forget it.

It was a breezy morning, and we came to the Greening Expo by bus. First, our class will break into a haunted house. "What is to break into the haunted house? It's terrible! " A female classmate next to her screamed loudly, cut! What's so terrible about breaking into a haunted house? The ghosts in it are all fake, I think.

At this time, we will enter the haunted house, and the classmates in front of me are already shivering. Suddenly, two female students ran out screaming. I walked in and looked left. I was stunned first, and then I breathed a sigh of relief-it was just a plastic skull. At this time, it was suddenly dark around, and I felt something hard touching me. Suddenly a few small lights around me lit up and I looked to the left. Oh, my God! He is a zombie. He was blue all over, with thick arms and blood all over his face. I was scared out of my wits, so I quickly avoided the zombie and put my hand on the shoulder of my classmate in front. There is horrible music in the haunted house. After a long walk, suddenly there were several dummies in the cage on the right, shouting "Come and save us" from time to time. The ghosts inside roared, and some even put their hands out of the railing to scare us. We screamed and some students burst into tears with fear. The teacher said calmly, "Don't be afraid, and walk with your eyes closed." Suddenly, the ground shook violently as if it were an earthquake. The students behind me pushed me faster, and suddenly the ground tilted over, next to the camera and above the ceiling, with faces painted. Because the refractor made more faces, I was so scared that we finally rushed out of the haunted house. I sighed.

Until now, the idea of breaking into a haunted house always scares me.

That time, I was really afraid of composition 5 "Zhu Xintong, I went out with your father. You do your homework at home. " Mom said to me while putting on her shoes. "Oh, yes. Goodbye! " I was doing my homework and said without looking up.

In the evening, I sit at home alone. There is only one desk lamp at home. As a timid person, I can't help being a little scared.

It was written, and suddenly, there seemed to be movement in the next room. What's wrong! I almost jumped out of my chair. Put down the pen and I walked carefully step by step. The room is so dark that I can't see my fingers. I couldn't help watching the horror movie I just watched the day before yesterday, and my cold sweat suddenly came out. I turned on the light, alas, fortunately nothing appeared in the room. I heard wrong just now.

I turned on all the lights at home, but it didn't seem to reduce my fear. I continued to do my homework with trepidation. Every second of loss is a kind of torture for me.

I don't know how long it took, but there were voices and footsteps in the corridor. I was so scared that I quickly put down my pen and pricked up my ears.

Footsteps stopped in front of my house, and in an instant, many possibilities came to mind. Is it a thief who has come to steal? Did the zombies come back to eat people? I held my breath to suppress my fear.

As soon as the door opened, my heart fell from my throat and my parents came back. I made a hasty appearance of doing my homework carefully. "Hey? Zhu Xintong, why did you turn on all the lights? What a waste of electricity. " Mom said. I explained, "Nothing, nothing, I just forgot to turn it off."

Hey, mom, don't you know how scared I am?

At that time, I was really scared. There were many firsts in life, the first time to travel, the first time to sleep by myself, and the first time to win prizes. ......

I have had many firsts, and I can't forget them. It was still a terrible experience.

"Rinrin ..." This is the bell of the school evening self-study. Why am I still at school? Because I paint in the art room. The resident students can go home after two nights of self-study. And this ringtone is the ringtone of self-study in the evening of the second day of junior high school.

"Aren't your parents coming to pick you up?" A friend asked me. "Well, they can't pick me up for anything." I answered her with a trembling voice and some fear. Yes, fear. I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child, and I dare not walk alone in the dark.

Although I was afraid, I still set foot on the road home.

Looking at the night, I constantly comforted myself in my heart: nothing, it must be nothing.

I walked slowly and looked around from time to time. It's a few minutes' drive to my home. As I feel now, it's like centuries, so long.

On the way, I always run and walk. Sometimes I even stop and look around to make sure everything is safe before moving on.

I tried to search for beautiful things in my mind, trying to divert my attention and alleviate my fears. But when the wind blows and the leaves move, my heart immediately mentions my voice. Looking at the rolling mountain, I recognized it as a huge snake in an instant, which scared me to run home.

This night trip made me understand that darkness is not terrible. All my fears come from my own heart. Only by conquering ourselves can we not be afraid.

That time, I was really afraid of composition 7. I'm really afraid of this course.

The students rushed to the classroom as soon as the preparatory bell rang. With the sound of high heels, they heard a cry, "Students-stand up! Good teacher! " We changed from fighting in one second to silence in the next.

Before this class, I was very nervous because I didn't finish a small part of the homework assigned by the teacher, but I didn't do it because this small part of the teacher wanted to ask questions!

In the first class, the teacher asked questions to his classmates, and my heart was pounding, one after another ... I was really afraid that the teacher would ask me questions, and my body was completely out of control and my heart was pounding. I'm always worried that the teacher will ask me questions until I can't tell them, and my classmates will read my jokes. When thinking about the answer, don't forget to sneak a look at the teacher. Although it is winter, I am very hot at the moment, and my heart really jumped into my throat.

At this time, I felt itchy when I heard a classmate answer, and I wanted to take a sneak look.

I secretly looked into the teacher's eyes and secretly turned my hand back.

At this time, the teacher's eyes glanced at me, and I quickly took back this "cheating" hand.

After withdrawing my hand, I kept secretly looking at the teacher's eyes and thinking, "The teacher must know that I didn't write this homework, and the next one will definitely pick me."

As I expected, the teacher asked me a question. I stood up and felt my fingers numb and stiff. Seeing that I couldn't answer, the teacher said to me, "Why didn't you finish your homework yesterday?" I'll let you go once this time, and you're welcome next time! ""Oh, my God! "I thought to myself: I am a good student, but I didn't finish my homework and made a fool of myself in class. I was criticized by the teacher! That smell is no ordinary pain. In the second half of the class, the teacher didn't listen to a word from the class, and I was always uneasy.

Finally, the bell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief. God, this course is really a century long! When I closed my textbook, I found that my textbook could squeeze out water.

I will finish my homework carefully in the future, and I will never go to such a class that scares me again.

That time, I was really afraid to write 8 that night, which made me taste "fear".

That night after school, I waited for my father to pick me up at the school gate. After waiting for a long time, it's getting dark and I haven't seen my father yet. Suddenly, my mobile phone watch rang. I saw that was my father's mobile phone. My father said that he and his mother had to work overtime and let me go home by myself. Hearing this, I sighed and walked in the direction of home.

I just walked into the community when suddenly a strong wind blew from behind me. I felt a pair of big hands holding me tightly, and I ran desperately to the building where I lived. Just about to walk into the first floor door, the door of the small shack next to the building was suddenly opened and a figure floated out. I was scared out of my wits and ran to Xiaogang's door. Who knows I don't know if it's a ghost or a zombie? Always following me, my mind is full of horror movies. When I ran to Xiaogang's door, the parking space at the door was full of cars and blocked the door. I was so scared that I immediately sat on the ground, holding my head in my hands and thinking, is this "monster" going to kill me? I am still so young. Why? Did I see him come out of that house? This isn't his house, is it? Is he going to kill someone? I'm not yet 1 1 years old, and I don't want to die. ...

My heart is like being pinched by a pair of invisible big hands, and I dare not move; I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks, sweating profusely. Suddenly, he took out a knife from behind.

I was shaking like chaff, and I thought, will I die?

After a while, I found out the truth and blushed. The scene at that time was completely wrong.

The man turned out to be a neighbor's brother. This small house is a tool room, and the knife is an electric probe. The neighbor's house was out of power, so he came to find a tool to repair it. What a false alarm.

My brother took me home and told me that there were no ghosts in the world.

That night, I tasted "fear" and grew up.