I'm Clair,
I'm watching you right now.
I watch you all the time.
I'm waiting for you to go to bed, all toasty warm under your covers,
Thinking I'm fake, but am I really?
Commenting "I'm not scared! That was shit."
If you aren't scared now, you're in for a treat later.
When I apear in the shadows of your dark room, with my butcher knife,
Slitting your throat, waiting for your death,
you shall know my name,
I'm Clair.
