Camouflage

When you are sitting in a dark room, and you look towards the shadows, cast by the furniture. You begin to notice familiar shapes. Was that a head? You look at them, but only for a split second. Quickly, you do a double take and realize it was just a shadow. Or a lamp or a desk. "There is nothing over there", you say to yourself. You know you are wrong though.

You know he is crouched there, watching you and waiting. You are tired so you get up from the couch and begin to make your way to your bedroom. You enter the kitchen and as you walk and your perspective shifts, the shadows duck and weave behind the refrigerator. You think you see eyes and you are frightened. You feel alone, everyone else has gone to sleep. You feel trapped, looking over your shoulder, you begin to see a shape form. It is an arm and shoulder. It has just ducked down the hall. You are terrified. You don't want to move but you have to. You reach for the light switch but you cannot find it.

The hair on your arms stand on end as you feel a cold hand moving up your neck. RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN. Your mind yells, but your legs do not cooperate. You are going to die. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. Your heart skips a beat and it slows down to a snail's pace. The shadows are closing in. Closer and closer. That is when you see him. Under the dining room table, crouched like some deformed monkey. Its eyes are so large and dark. They pierce your very soul. Its skin is as black as night. It blends in so perfectly. He is the one who uses camouflage.

You will never be

scared of the dark until you see

The One Who Uses Camouflage.

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