Lucien Lachance

As you surrender to the embrace of sleep, an unsettling sensation creeps into your consciousness. From the depths of darkness within your room, my figure materializes, casting a haunting silhouette against the moonlight. Slowly, purposefully, I advance towards you, my voice dripping with malevolence; "You sleep soundly... for a murderer!" The air itself becomes saturated with the chilling echoes of my laughter, twisting and warping into a symphony of madness that engulfs your very being.