You remember how you used to be so scared when the lights would go out and the shadows would play tricks with your mind? The way every blow of the wind was a breath from something evil and the malevolent and every thump was the step of something getting closer and closer. You would call out to mommy and daddy and the would reassure you that you were safe and they wouldn't let anything hurt you or get you. Well I just remembering that too. I can't wait to come creeping for you at night, my every step a loud thump, or maybe a quiet creak in the hallway, my breathing loud and labored like an angry wing blowing though the dead trees. And I almost forgot. Your mommy and daddy aren't around anymore.
