You know it, but you never let the truth get to you. When wake up late at night. Those horrible sounds you hear, but you drown them out with other thoughts. The shadow you see move, but regard it as your imagination. The very beings you fear at night. They're all true...Now you'll hear my story.
I don't know my name, it stole it from me. When in your bed, alone...you see that shadow. That one shadow that haunts your bedroom and spurs your burning fear. The clock rang claiming it midnight. Slowly I rose up in bed and scouted my room with my eyes. There! By the closet stood an unrecognizable shadow. The shadow had a head that was tilted, one of it's arms were mangled in four different directions. It's black leg was twitching so fast my eyes couldn't find where his legs actually were. The shadow was a faint black but obvious. Stealthily it became increasingly darker shades of black, until it became to pry itself off the bedroom wall. His blank, black face stared into my soul. I felt my soul being teared away from my body. No, not from my body, but from the world. Then my vision darkened and remember he's real, he's always been real. And now I am nowhere and everywhere, I'm...Scattered.