He never could be caught, could he? Not when he can easily slither in and out of anyone’s room at any given moment. He was the ink demon after all. No one knew his name or face. Some were referred to him as the bogeyman, or the man made out of ink. He took pleasure in knowing that no one knew his name or his face. That’s what he wanted. He wouldn’t know want to know his name or face. He smirked slipping into the room.

“Daddy?” Well, at least no one knew his name before he settled down.