You’ve had the dream, haven’t you?

We all have.

Probably when you were ten, eleven.

You wake up in the night, for no reason. You’re not scared, but something feels, just… wrong.

And then you notice him.

He’s standing at the foot of your bed.

First you see just the shape. You want to scream out, but you can’t. Your arms won’t move and your legs won’t move and your mouth dries up and nothing comes out.

Then you see his face. And he’s just standing there, grinning at you. It’s the widest, most malevolent grin you’ve ever seen and all you can do is lie there and panic while he stares at you and grins.

Eventually you fall asleep again, and you never remember the “dream”. But something sticks with you. Something about his face. Something that haunts and disturbs you when you don’t expect it.

Because deep down, you know he’s coming back. That shadowy grinning man is coming back to visit you again.

Sleep tight.