"Leave the light on,"

"Why?"

"So it won't be dark,"

Many fear the dark

For they know not what it holds

Fearing only the unknown

"What's wrong with the dark?"

"It's scary; you never know what could be hiding in it,"

They think of darkness as ugly

Impure

Evil

They see it for all the bad in the world

"Are you scared?"

"No! I just don't trust the dark?"

But I, I see the beauty,

The beauty of the dark

For it is in the dark that I can hide all my dirty little secrets

"You know, it's okay to be afraid of the dark," and with that he turns and leaves the room, leaving the lights on. I say a fait "thank you," as he heads back to his own room.

When I hear him open and close his own bedroom door I smile to myself and get out of bed to walk over to the window, where my little chest of drawers awaits.

My smile widens as I open it up to pull out a very special key, and when every one's asleep I leave my room. I leave the house and walk till I'm in a very 'pretty' forest with a 'beautiful' view of a river. The river isn't pure though, it's stained with a beautiful red as is some of the leaves and blades of grass in the forest.

I think it's very pretty, the red, crimson when fresh, but rust colored when dried. It's very 'pretty'.

I walk further into the darkness and see my favorite place. This place is where I keep all my 'trophies'. I walk to it, take out my key, and unlock the door. I walk in and grin as I look at one of my latest 'trophies'. She was a very pretty girl, about 8, brown curls framing her pail frozen face. She still weirs that same expression of fear, the one she held when I sliced her pretty face from her body. I burn the bodies after draining the blood.

The pretty, pretty blood; her face has some still on it. 'Hum, I thought I licked it all off,' I think but shrug, lowering my face and slipping my tongue out of my mouth to lick the remaining blood away.

As I do so I hear some thing, a muffled sound, like a whimper. I look over and smirk at my new little 'trophy'. He's 5, with black hair and pretty grey eyes. 'I just love his eyes. Maybe I'll scoop them out and add them to my collection when I'm done. Yes, I think I'll do that.' Nodding my head at the idea I walk over to him. He starts to cry. I reach out and touch his pretty pail skin; I lift his head so he's looking me in the eyes.

"Don't worry, you're going to like being part of my collection, I take good care of all my trophies,"

And since so many fear the dark

None would ever venture in

None would even guess

That I, some one of light, would ever lie with in the dark

"Did you sleep well?" he asks as he and I sit at the table eating our breakfast in the morning. I smile and nod.

"Yes, thank you," I say with a smile. We are quiet for a while before-

"Hey, what's that red stuff on your cheek?"

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A/N: Okay, yea, I think I'm going to have nightmares now (considering I can't even watch "Ghost Ship" with out being terrified.)