Drill bits

I called Daddy wanting to know where the drill was, so I could drill holes to hang the DVD racks from. He told me. I found the drill bits, but no drill. I even went into the Evil Room(TM) looking for it, so now I'm all cold and freaked-out and feel dirty. I hate the Evil Room(TM). It has paint all over the walls with dead rock stars and pentagrams and stuff, and it's cold and I feel like someone's watching me in there. Someone dead. And that icky watched-feeling follows me upstairs when I leave. The rest of the house is very safe. Just the Evil Room(TM) is a Bad Place(TM). And I don't have the drill, so I can't hang DVD racks, so I guess I have to clean instead. Take my mind off things.