The large, masked man looked at the person in his bed with an empty stare as a spider crawled out of one eye and into the other as he put a finger over his mouth. "Hush................... here comes the Boogeyman..."
I think once: To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know? Then I think more. And deep into that darkness peering, I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Then I saw: The boundaries which divide life and death are, at best, shadowy and vagye. Who shall say where one ends, and where the other begins? Words have no pwer to impress the mind without the exquisute horrors of their reality.
