It was a dark and stormy you were alone in bed in your pajamas you heard a noise and ducked underneath your blanket trembling youd peel out and see it. A dirty sheet with eyeholes and a wide mouthole that moved as it spoke, floating into your room until.. THUNK ”OW!” it hitd it’s forhead on the top of the doorframe ”I knew floating was a bad idea” one side of the sheet would raise as if it was rubbing it’s head itd sit down at the end of your bed facing away “Dammit…”