Seymour Skinner Broke Into My House

It's a bitter, cold December night in Oakland. As I lie in my bed, waiting for sleep to befall me, I hear a faint tapping at my window.

I sit up and look outside. To my horror, there is a man inches away from my window. Not just any man, but Principal Seymour Skinner.

"It's just that dream again, He'll go away." I thought. Much in vain, I'd find, as minute upon minute and hour upon hour passed and Skinner remained, real as ever.

The more distressed I grew, it appeared that Skinner's persistence did too, as His tapping turned to scratching, to clawing as He was desperate to get inside.

Paralysed, I could only watch as cracks grew upon the glass, as the famous Simpsons star Seymour Skinner grew closer to getting in.

I broke free of his entrancing gaze, scattering out of my bedroom door as I hear the glass shatter behind me.

Within a second of the window breaking, I am grabbed from behind with inhuman strength, and stopped in my tracks.

I wake up.

In a cold sweat, I rush to turn on my bedside lamp. The window is undamaged, it was just a dream.

I look over at the foot of my bed, and my blood runs cold. On my bedsheets, there is a single box of chocolates. I open it.

It's empty.

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Credited to DogfaceZed 

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