The scariest thing there is does not hide beneath your bed at night.
It is not the silhouette that stands in the corner of your room in the dark.
It is not the cold, disembodied whisper that breaks the silence of an empty room.
It is the realization that beneath your skin lays the true horror that you hide from.

You can run from it,
You can hide from it,
You can even try to forget it,
But it will always be there,
Lurking around in the darkest inner workings of your mind,
Reminding you of who you truly are.