They watch through a crack in the door.
The dark corners of your room you cannot see.
You feel the presence standing over you.
They watch.
Silently, one step at a time, until you feel the icy breath on your neck, until your hair stands on end
They creep.
On the breeze, in your ear, to the depths of your mind where dark thoughts slumber
They whisper.
Your eyes are wide open but you cannot see. As demons and shadows stir before you.
You are not alone in the darkness.