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...