I am that thing which goes bump in the night,
and the reason that you hasten in the dark.

I am the tickle on the back of your neck,
and the knot you find in your stomach.

I am the shiver that runs down your spine
and the quiver you hear in your voice.

I have time to be patient.

I can wait while you bluster in daylight,
for when the darkness comes, the fear
always wins.

I always win.

Your screams are the salt on my food.

And your smell ... Oh! I smell the fear on you even
as you read this.  I hunger for you 
even NOW.

But I am patient -- I can wait until its dark...