I see it there.

Hanging just out of where it thinks I cannot see.

A dark vision without form.

Would you believe me if I told you?

Or would you laugh like some of the others have.

Dismissed as another made up story for attention.

***

I know that it means me harm.

To shred me to pieces.

The maximum amount of pain brought to fruition.

A cloud heavy with thunder and lightning trying to fry me.

Receiving the greatest amount of joy from seeing me afraid.

Drawing power off the energy I feed it.

***

I know it cannot hurt me.

For I was protected long ago.

It’s claws scratch at empty air because I am not the only one watching it.

It knows that no actual harm can be brought.

Though it still occasionally tries.

Only to be stopped when it learns that I am not the only one in this house.

***

It resigns itself to taunting.

Trying to draw energy from a lesser pain.

Reminding me that it still exists.

That there is nothing I can do to dispel it.

I will not feed it and will let it starve itself into boredom.

But I know it will always be there in the corner of my eye.