“But as I grabbed the light switch and turned it on, I saw a black figure pressed against the glass door. It was a tall man, his face pressed against the glass, his hands above his head, gripping the glass as well and his face was turned towards me like he had been watching me the entire time I was tiptoeing around in the darkness. I thought maybe he was human before, but I could tell then that he wasn’t. He was just blackness, pure, thick blackness, pressed against the glass. Staring at him felt like staring at concentrated evil.”