It was 12 am. And you were sitting up, like you had every night since you were little. You were playing a game. The rules were simple, really. If you fell asleep, he had free rein to take you. If you stayed awake, he could only look at you from the shadows. You had come more or less to peace with this, it becoming more of a nuisance than frightening. You could see him now, on your left, tail flicking back and forth as he stared at you with unblinking eye. What a pain.