Since the bed was so soft, it was impossible to get a running start, so I stood at the foot of the bed and leaped up and out. I hit the floor running; actually, I think I was running before my feet made contact.

Once in the bathroom I grabbed the edge of the door and spun myself around, ready to battle anything that was coming at me. Of course there wasn’t anything behind me. I could even see under the bed and there wasn’t anything there either.

With the threat of being captured by a monster or ghost averted, I quickly raced to the toilet. No sooner did I get my butt planted on the cold seat than my hole opened and blasted the inside of the bowl with a watery, lumpy mess. And it kept coming too. It shot out of me with such force, that it actually made me quite dizzy for a minute or two.