I'm going to scurry through the walls, hiding in the shadows when I'm not in the walls every night at 3 am. You'll be sleeping, breathing soft and slowly. Twitching every now and then, as I reach my ink-covered hand out, lightly grasping your neck. I start retreating my hand, seeing you shiver, your neck has ink in streaks on it. You wake up feeling my hand leave your neck, but by the time your eyes are open, I'm gone, heading off towards the next room.