Your heart pounds in the darkness as you stare down the wild beast, the man in the trench coat showing you tiny pieces of imagination hidden in secret pockets. His long spider fingers dance and pull out a rat that splashes to the ground in a bit of green slime, glowing red eyes that shine from dark corners. His spins his trench coat around the room, black cobwebs laced with moonlight, darkness and imagination pressing closer, daring you to close your eyes. You can almost see his sharp teeth in the darkness, fangs filled with spider venom that you know could easily close around fragile necks with no sigh of remorse.
     You reach out a shaking hand, feeling him shift, slowly watch, feel all the minions come for you as you move quickly, hurry now. a harsh sound escapes lips that are stretching backwards, urging the dark creatures out of his pockets. he reaches for your desperate, flying fingers as they flick on the light.
     The nightmare turns into a man once more, wrapping himself tight in his trench coat, slinking back to the closet where he belongs, and the dream is over.