Hidden UnderneathThe darkness of the night that hides, With something unseen that lurks in the shadows.You yearn for the light,But this demented creature has other plans.This creature is unlike any other.Not fuzzy,But rough as sand paper.Not warm and soft,But cold and solid as a rock.And not comforting,But sinister and demonic.If you stand still,You can feel it.It brushes against your cheek,Its touch sends shivers down your spine.But no matter how hard you try to hide your fear,It knows, and can sense the sweat forming on your brow.Because that's what this creature feeds on,Fear.You could try and out run it,But you can'