Bob's creepin

“The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long, rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.” I hide my head under my fluffy blanket for comfort. I hear the floor squeaking louder and louder as the creature lurks closer to my behind. All of a sudden my butt starts stinging in pain. I uncover my head and lone and behold its Bob Saget.