I am the lost card in a deck, the missing jigsaw piece, the eighth day no one dares speak of, the friend you lost touch with. When you roll snake eyes. you see me looking up at you. Remember when you were terrified something was under your childhood bed? That was me and my minions, waiting to grab you by the ankles and pull you down with us amongst the dust and the cobwebs. You used to jump from the doorway and into your bed before we could catch you, but some nights you didn't make it. You've forgotten those nights, haven't you? The games we played in the dark, the fantastical lands we visited? The terrible things we saw and how we laughed at their pathetic struggles.
Don't feel bad; everyone forgets, sooner or later.
But I remain close-by, always watching, waiting for the right…moment…when I catch you sleeping…reach out and…oh…so…softly…