You stare at the writhing shadow in the corner of the room. Even though it has no eyes, you can tell it’s staring deep, deep into your mind, so deep infact, that you can just about hear something, whispering in your head… “Hey, so, can you like, staby stab some guys so i can like, eat?” So innocent, so, so innocent. As if you’ve lost control of yourself, your hand slowly starts to creep towards the knife…