I have no fear.
An expressionless, incomplete being. I see you, from my many vantage points. I watch you from my drawers, closets, wardrobes and sneaky places galore. Precious little children and wizened witches and wizards. I see you. I can taste your fear, but never know it myself.
Because I have no fear.
I am the monster under the bed, the bogeyman in your dreams. Fear me children, for I am fearless. Hate me, use me, mock me, destroy me, but most of all, fear me.
I see you wolfman, I can sense your love for these silly children who fear things such as spiders and snakes and greasy bats. But not you wolfman. I know your fear, can taste it like the sweet treat you so avidly chew when you are frightened.
Fear me boy, choke up with fright when I become your worst nightmare. I am the creature of the night, billowing robes, skeletal hands and a wide mouth ready to consume you if given the chance.
Fear me, because I exist for nothing else.
I am your moon wolfman. I become the night's brightest light, gleaming like a lantern in a pitch black sky. Fear me wolfman, there is nothing more frightful than I.
Even as you cast me back to my dark abyss, this frigid wardrobe that has housed me for long days, I can still taste your sweet fear on the tip of my non-existant tongue.
I know you wonder at my true form. I have watched in bitter amusement as you have attempted to put your fear from your mind so that you may gaze upon my true presence. All in vain wolfman, for you have yet to realize the truth.
I am incorporeal. I am unreal. I am a figment of your imagination so powerful that I come alive to suite your sick nightmares. I am alive because you fear.
So fear me children, wizards, witches, students, teachers and most especially you wolfman.
Fear me.