White noise

A long time ago-in another life I'm turned into an evil creature. I asked myself was it just a dream. Now I am a creature of the night, a shadow in the darkness, and I watching you. Though you cannot see me, I am always near you. On another side. So lock your doors and remove the keys. Your resistance is the spice that I crave. When you imagine there's a movement in the shadows — thats me. I am the last thing you will ever see