Black. Cornered. Scared. Alone. Running. Color. Frightful light. I recede. Where the light doesn't shine.

I sense him. He cowers in the folds of my presence. He is like I was. So be it. I send him nightmares, something he can't be protected from. He tosses and turns in his bed, occasionally waking up in a cold sweat. He knows he can't escape. I am the intruder, the presence of the night. I invaded his home like many others, little does he know how weak I am. How terrified and scared. I must follow everyone, always out of sight of the light. Always running, always alone. It is daytime and he gets out of bed, long after the larger does. The untouchable one. There are many like him, they know I have no power. They know I hide no monsters.