There is no uniqueness like that of fear. 

Irrational,

Yet this only makes it all the more terrifying. 

Peering into shadows,

Ignorant to evils that lie lurking, ready

To carnally ravish your very mind and soul,

This puppet show is merely the fear of children. 

It is only when you catch a glimpse behind the curtain,

Seeing despair, that the fear becomes reality. 

No longer can "what if?" whisk you to a bastion of safety. 

There is no backdoor escape. 

Against your will,

You are anchored to this moment. 

As adrenaline creeps through icy vessels,

Only one “what?” inhabits the hallowed darkness:

"What happens next?"