I saw him once. In a dream. He came to me like a shadow in the night; a cliched vision. His teeth shined white amongst the black backdrop of my room and his laugh vibrated against the floorboards.

There was an absence of eyes. Everyone said he'd have eyes but I didn't see any.

He was slimy. I knew because the skin on his human hands grazed my cheek with a caress only meant for lovers. His tongue, long and slender tickling my ear.

I was supposed to be afraid. And I was.

Breathing didn't exist in this plane of existence and my heart couldn't beat. I was paralyzed and all I could do was blink.

He grabbed my wrist sliding it against his sleek and human-like face. His eyes were still missing. And hummed low in his chest. It was a nursery rhyme.

The hum commanded me to sing. "One two, buckle my shoe. Three four shut the door. Five six pick up sticks. Seven eight lay them straight."

Before I could muse the last verse he scooped me in up in his arms and...

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Honestly I don't know what the hell I was going for or doing with this story? I'm not a horror writer and I never will be obviously lol. But I hope you enjoyed this anyway. Who did she see?