I woke up to a loud crash. I look at my clock, 1:30. I get up to investigate; I see my favorite vase my Grandmother gave me, shatter to tiny pieces on the kitchen floor. Then out of the dark behind me a moan followed by a voice: "You shouldn't have gotten out of bed." I turn to find a knife heading strait for my heart. Then I watch it retreat covered in blood as I fall to the floor. I wake up just in time, Just a dream. I look at my clock just to watch it flip to 1:30 followed by a loud crash.
