I dread *him*. Every waking moment of my life I fear that I will spot *him*, alert *him* to my presence, endanger my existence. My heart pounds in my chest. At night I lock both of the deadbolts on my door, yet they do not, could not, stop *him* from entering my domain, thirsting for a fresh soul. For the past three months I’ve had incessant nightmares of *him* standing in the dark doorway of my chamber, *his* silhouette menacing me, *his* fangs gleaming, *his* eyes peering out of the blackness directly at me. *He* is right beside me, unclasping *his* hands. I stare, frozen in terror, as *he* seems to open the very gates of Hell, exposing to me indescribable horrors that would turn even the bravest man’s hair white with shock. I never fail to awaken drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. I know that *he* can sense me now, my thoughts a beacon to *his* evil force, beckoning *him* to prey on my defenseless soul. I suppose it will only be a matter of time before *he* locates me, and as such I’ve resigned to my fate. I only wish to warn anyone who dares to read, to listen to, my tale, to banish *him* from your mind. Do not ask about *him*. Do not joke about *him*. Do not dream about *him*. Do not think about *him*. You know, as I very well fear, that *he* cannot be stopped. You know that *he* is nothing but monstrous evil. You know that *he* has to do it to em.