PictureMeDifferent

He waits. He listens. He sees without seeing. He stands tall and mighty with the trees. He crawls upon the muddy ground with the spiders. He stands like a statue stuck in time. He sickens the mind like a disease. He feeds off from fear as if it were candy. He silently creeps up on you. He waits for you to turn around. He waits for you to give up. He makes you go insane from the terror. He is Death himself. He never stops.