The dark one. The one they speak of, oh he's real. He's very.... real, and the constant fear of him finding me behind this dusty old shelf was growing to much to bear. It was amazing he hadn't heard the turbulent rattling from the antique contents placed upon it. I couldn't let him find me, not now ever more so! There's no telling what he'd do. My breathing more choppy then ever! It was obvious I was out of my natural ken and was now caught up into this demented new realm. Though this place was familiar, I've been here before, oh yes! I've been here before. "Stop thinking these things." They tell me, "It's not healthy. You're not invincible you're only human," .... So they think.