It consumes you, daily.. It drags you down to it’s deepest realms. You fall faster and faster, watching the small bit of light above you slowly grow smaller and smaller, till it’s nothing more than a small speck.
You’re stuck now.
For at least a few hours, anyway..
While down here, It can either show the sweetest, most desirable images, filling your head with every fantasy and delight known to you…
Or, It can bring you back to the dark place. The place you didn’t want to visit ever again. They’ll all come back, while you’re here. The ones you hurt you, touched you, beat you.
They’re all back.
And while you’re here, you’re their toy. Their defenseless little play thing. And they’re looking for a good time.
Just remember, when you think it’s over, it’s usually not.

Is It a monster? No.
A demon? Ha.
The Devil? I wish.

You’ll probably meet It tonight. You’ll know when It’s coming. You’ll feel drowsy, woozy.
Don’t be scared, though. It feeds on that.
Just buckle up and be prepared for the ride.