Poor Roberta

I told you I wouldn't be able to resist...

As she stood, Roberta felt something cold and clammy wrap itself around her ankle and was reminded of her day trip to the beach earlier that day in which, as she waded in the water with the sun beating down on her shoulders, a rather long strand of seaweed had managed to wind itself around her ankle disturbing the almost zen-like peace that the warmth of the sun and the soothing sounds of the ocean had induced, only this was far more disturbing than a piece of seaweed since it was a hand reaching out to her from underneath her bed and wouldn't be as easily removed.

Bask in my awfulness and feel free to add your own.