It hates you. Energy sizzles just underneath the surface. Unseen hiding unwanted it's anger danger it's malice. Watching waiting keen to act and you sense the intention there. In this darkness, in the colder air and that way your hairs stand up. You know something feels wrong and it is biding its time. Pressure at your neck a push down stairs whispers in tech moving chairs. Tap, scratch rap, knock. Evil lurks. SHOCK © .Garry Saunders