Who is He?
He is the clown under my bed, the alien in my wardrobe He is the killer around the corner, the demon down the hall. He is the eyes that watch me in the darkness, the shadows lurking at the edge of my vision, just out of reach. He is the ghost behind me, the evil force unseen to anyone but me.
He is the monster.
I can't run away from him, he is the waking nightmare from which I will never be able to escape.