I am the thief, raiding the homes of the malicious, the hidden one watching your most private moments.

I am the assassin, one who can kill without thought, unable to feel pain or terror, unaffected by the cries of the injured.

I am the wolf, ruthless and merciless, ever hunting, ever hungry, ignored as I stalk with life as my prey.

I am the reason you quake in the dark, deadly, immovable, raised to be lethal and unfeeling, dark and terrible and strong.

I am the rebel, betrayer of humanity, not imagined in even the darkest corners of the most terrifying dreams.

I am the shadow, ethereal, intangible, silent and unseen, yet always present, only whispers of foreboding reveal my presence.

I am the monster under your bed, the push over the edge, the knife in your back, nameless, uncaring.

I am the grim, the master of Death, the one who brings silence and fear, those who see me never survive.

I am the Unspeakable.

Welcome to Hell.