Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

The other night I dreamed that there was a ghost living under my son's bed. It was trying to take him. There was this paranormal vortex under the bed that the ghost was trying to pull him through. I don't know what was causing it to fail. All I remember was that my mom was the only one who could see the actual ghost. She said that at night, she could see these wispy, smoke-like hands coming out from under the bed, grasping my son's ankles and throat. Nothing happened, as if the ghost's appendages lacked the corporeal matter to do any harm. At any rate, I wanted to see this for myself. So I took a picture with my digital camera the next time my mom saw the ghost. Sure enough, you could see the hands grabbing at my son. I was so scared, but I remember having this feeling of anger and bravery overwhelming me. I ran to my son's bed and beat at the air surrounding it, until I could feel a swift breeze sweeping under the bed as fast as it could go. I crawled under the bed, screaming at the creature, and sweeping my hands over the floor. I could feel a strong suction, like there was a passage to another dimension under the bed. Then I woke up.

Creepy.