I couldn't look at it yet, I could already sense its piercing gaze going through my skull. The lights were flickering, I knew it was there. That was one of the few undeniable signs it was around. If I just keep my hands moving, it'll be happy. Right? "Look. I'm making things! Aren't you happy? Look it's a little guy I made out of clay, he's gonna into the woods and try to find the woodsman to keep the plot flowing! Isn't that cool?" I looked up and saw the green unblinking eyes this freak had on it. "It's a story about how when you get attached to things, you hurt more when you need to let them go! It has a deeper meaning, just the way you like it!" I spoke whatever I could think of, something would satiate its appetite. I blinked, just once, and it was already closer. A few inches away from my face, its breath on my neck. I didn't even know it could breathe. The dark mass and its emerald pupils keep moving, racecars on the inky track of skin. "It even has a cameo from a character from a different story! The one, uh, the one from the sea story! You liked that one, didn't you?" It looked to the tables, arts and crafts strewn about like a tornado. I grabbed one of the figures, pointing to the figure. It wasn't there anymore. It was like it was never there. "Hello?" I glanced around, not able to find any trace of it.