I think I might actually still be ten

Alan wants me to mention my movie experience from last night.
You see, I have been kind of restless and didn't want to sit at home doing nothing. So we decided to go see a movie. I told him to pick. He said Boogeyman. I said ok. So we go the the theater, get the tickets, and of course, purchase a water. I've felt really dehydrated lately.
Anyhoo, we make our way to our seats and I begin to do my pouty look so that he will go back and grab me a pretzel. After a couple of minutes with the pouty look, he does. Fabulous!
Alan returns right when the previews start. I begin to munch on my pretzel, I asked if he wanted any, he said no. The second preview is for a scary movie. It is then that I realize I haven't been to see a scary movie in the theater since that really bad valentine one with David Boranez (sorry if I spelled his name wrong) and the noxema girl.
Want to know why, cause I'm gonna tell you.
I don't like scary movies.
Nope.
Not unless I am in the comfort of my own home, with blankets, and lights blaring.
And yes, I am still a little afraid of the dark.
So I watched Boogeyman from behind the fingers that covered my face. Believe me, I saw enough. On the way home I joked with Alan that I was going to have bad dreams.
Around two o'clock I started to scream in my sleep. Waking Alan. The boogeyman was there. He comforted me and held me. He then got up to go to the restroom. As soon as he passed the closet door, I heard and saw it open and then heard and felt something under the bed. Alan of course says it was my imagination.
But guess who has to turn on all the lights in the room before I will enter.