Bathroom after gothic story

After I read Edgar Allen Poe’s A Tell-Tale Heart, I found my heart beating faster as I try to work up the courage to go to the bathroom alone. “Mom”, I said shakingly. “Would you like to accompany me to the bathroom?” My mother, who was warm and cozy in her bed, was reluctant to leave her comfortable spot. Thus, I had no choice but to suppress my imaginations of the character in the gothic short story abruptly jumping at me. A few minutes passed, I walked my way to the kitchen to turn on the lights. As I sat on the toilet, I suddenly remember the night in Quang Binh when I was away with my swim team for Nationals. Such horrifying memory inhibits me from being completely sane when I am alone. It was the night before my first day of the competition. At the dead of night, I was awoken by a terrifying scream that shocked me to my core. A shadow quickly flashed through the curtain by the door. I heard a large thump as if someone has fallen down. “Catch that thief!” my manager screamed. My coach quickly chased after the thief as the shadows began to cross over the curtain. I then heard the noise of the gorillas, jumping frantically in their cage. Scared and puzzled, I immediately leaped into my friend’s bed (which was next to mine). When night turned to dawn, my eyes were wide and open, and so was my friend’s. She and I had been lying perfectly still for the past hours. Even though it was a new day, I still could not stop thinking about it. It was too scary for me to grasp, as if the black curtains surrounding my bed to keep the mosquitoes out were not frightening enough.
Can you believe how much I can remember just by sitting on the toilet?