Bed Time Story

....She woke up sweating to the sound of the clock ringing 12am.It was a full-moon, cold night. A timid breeze of air snuck through the slightly open window, and the objects in the bedroom violently shook. The grandfather clock rang, Ding-Dong, as if to break the peaceful night away... Her legs slide beside and upright the bed, her gown flew against her body as she stared seamlessly through the window...She found her self walking in the dark towards the creek opened door which was screeching and pulling her might into the strange dark night... She stood outside when she heard a deep long scream from behind… She turned around to see the owner of that sound...