Late for work.

Bedtime.

One last thing to check before I fall asleep. Time to check that alarm clock. Make sure it was set for the right time.

3:45.

Perfect.

Better check it again.

3:45.

Good.

One more time.

3:45.

Cool.

I confirmed that my alarm light was on, meaning my alarm clock will in fact go off at 3:45 tomorrow morning so I can have enough time to get ready for work and actually clock in on time.

I’m all set.

Satisfied, I turned off the light, slid between the sheets and dozed off to sleep.

Then from the darkness, from out of nowhere, came a pair of green, demonic hands, reaching for my alarm clock. One finger pressed down on the alarm button while the other finger pressed the button to change the time my alarm was set to go off. Swiftly and silently the hands worked, without my knowledge or awareness of their presence right next to my bed. Then they stopped before returning to the dark corner of my bedroom.

When my alarm finally went off, I was startled to see that the time on the clock read 9:45. In a panic I jumped out of bed, threw on my clothes and ran out the door to commence my crazed commute in hopes that my boss wasn’t waiting for me.

Well, it turned out he was.

And he didn’t buy my story about the demonic hands.