Lights Out...better run

There he is, I see him everywhere, watching, grinning the evil grin. He was in a dream, a nightmare, but now his face is stuck in my mind. A lot of nightmares I remember with a fairly detailed description, but this man's face...the dream...it's tattooed into my brain. I can't forget about it. He's wherever it is dark; in my room, in the hallway, OUTSIDE. He just stands there, staring at me, convincing me that up against him I won't survive. No matter what I do, I see his face in the darkness. It makes me want to cry.