Waiter, There's a Monster Under My Bed.

Dreams are the windows to your soul.  That's a fact.  I keep having this reoccurring dream where I'm sitting in a hot tub filled with blood and I keep hearing this strange guttural sound coming from the nearby woods.  I get out of the hot tub and wrap a towel around my wet, naked body.  Only the towel isn't actually a towel, it's a wolf pelt.  I suddenly transform into a white wolf and run off into the woods.  Then I wake up.  Every time I wake up from this dream my feet are always covered in dirt and I have a lamb carcass at the end of my bed.  And heres the kicker, actually I didn't wake up.  No, I'm still dreaming and right as I lift the sheets off my legs a rotting green hand reaches out from under my bed and drags me under.  Anyways, I have another fact for you.  The Boogeyman does in fact live under your bed.  When you sleep it sucks out part of your soul and licks between your toes.  Mistress Violet Strychnine here with another night of nightmare fueled nausea.  Tonight's film is the 1980 Ulli Lommel "directed" The Boogeyman.  Kid kills adult.  Kid becomes adult.  Mirror breaks and kid turned adult becomes possessed by adult who was murdered by kid.  Keep those scissors away from your throat lady!  Watch out for that pitchfork mister!  Don't eat that turkey ma'am!  Only 7 more days.  I feel like I'm about to give birth to a Halloween demon spawn or something.  Wouldn't that be exciting. xoxo