When Reality Breaks

I walk down the hall that leads into my first period, AP English 3. Suddenly, I feel as if I'm being pulled two ways at once. I sharply turn my head as I hear a ripping sound. Not now! And definitely not here. A purple blue spot appears on the locker/ water fountain. This is when I try to think happy thoughts. I found that that helps a bit, usually. Not this time however. I watch in growing horror as a grotesque figure crawls from the spot, or more specifically, the tear. Upon closer examination, I found the monster to be a mix of a Windell from Supernatural and Golem from The Hobbit. You see, I am the rip in the folds of reality.