When the lights go out, all you can think about is death. What lurks beneath the cover of darkness? Does some creature not of this world dwell in slumber, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Perhaps as a child, you were taught that blankets were powerful shields against monsters and demons and the things that go bump in the night. You knew, were never taught, that these beasts could be found under your bed and in your closet and that your next store neighbor could be one, as well as that teacher in fourth period that seems to have it out for you, that your weird and unnaturally hairy uncle and maybe even you were one.
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