There are millions of 'em, just hiding. Panting their little bunny pants and watching you with their black, gleaming, beady little eyes. Noses twitching as though posessed. And the fangs...chittering chattering like the sounds of old bones scraping and knocking together...

They can see you but you can't see them. They hide in the shadows, they are the shadows. And there is no place where you can outrun them, or even hide from them. They are all asround you, just watching...waiting...multiplying...

Every time you look around, they fade, but you always know they're there. Those dark shadows slinking...slavering...across the room that can only be captured by the corner of your eye, that sudden prickly feeling of the stale breath of death on the nape of your neck...you'll never see them...you will see yourself...reflected in the immense pools of darkness that are fixed intently upon you. And by the time you see look down into the open, gaping, mouth, it'll be too late...too late...

- Laura