The night-time calls to them. All the most blemished, abhorrent things are out in the glean of lunar month illumination. The leaves revile the hidden, bitter wind. And all the archfiends and werewolves are out to participate. The sound of them, consuming on unexacting souls, dejected enough to make adjoin with them. Oh how this makes me pleased! The phenomena of beasts and demons is what I bask off of! The dead trees also add the sense of cowardice in human beings! Who am I? and whatever you do! Never check in the closet or under your bed since I will be waiting to feast on your foundational spirit!