I was in in my room one day when something creepy happened. It was 6:66 PM (at least according to my watch); the sun was still up, and, oddly enough, had been up ever since I locked myself in my room three days ago. Also, my door had inexplicably vanished. Anyway, I was talking to my pet rock when suddenly I heard something shifting around in my closet.
"Cthulhu (that was my pet rock's name), did you hear that?"
"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm scared too."
The noise stopped, and deafening silence filled the room. I sat on the edge of my bed, motionless, for a good ten years. When I snapped out of it, I noticed that Cthulhu was missing. I also had I really long beard.
"CTHULHU!" I shouted, nearly panicking.
I sprang up from my bed and searched all over the room for him. As I approached my closet, something hit me in the back of the head and I fell unconscious for another ten years. When I awoke, I found Cthulhu sitting just outside the closet door, which was now mysteriously ajar. As I reached to pick him up, the closet door was suddenly flung open and a BRIGHT PINK SKELETON POPPED OUT. It ran around my room screeching ancient 4chan memes for about six hours before bursting into flames. It then proceeded to jump out a five-hundred story window and get sucked into another dimension.