I saw it. An elongated, quaint figure. It stood tall. Confident and firm, he looked at me. His eyes were transparent. His eyes inspected me. They detected the hollowness I held, the void, the black hole of emptiness.

Fearful, I stood behind to the cupboard. The cupboard didn’t mind me standing behind it. I needed protection; the cupboard was the only barrier that stood between me and him. I hid ...