Trying to write like Stephen King

Beginning to visualize my past as a huge mueseum where things from my past are stored as exhibits. My school uniforms are there alongwith my school bag with signs that say "Do Not Touch". Memorable incidents are played out by animatronic mannequins. All the employees of the mueseum are my clones. So before i enter the mueseum i have to buy a ticket from myself sitting behind the counter. There are no other visitors inside the mueseum. This is probably the only mueseum in the world whose cafeteria serves alcohol. The feeling that one gets inside the mueseum is the same feeling one gets inside a deserted underground metro station late at night. The biggest fear is of getting trapped forever inside this mueseum. The robotic mannequins which play out sequences from my life are horribly lifelike. Just like Madame Tussauds wax statues except that these can move and speak. Their lifeless eyes seem to follow me as i move from one exhibit to another.