Say what you speak

I could describe a true horror for you, you know. This day will be devoted to silent study. I'll want to hear silence from all of you! Neurotoxin... Computer... Who are you? Doesn't it? Or does it? These are not the sysops you are looking for. Move along, move along... But what about it is it, really, that they fear? There are pastries too silly to describe... Muskrat... Random string of utility muffin research kitchens and cheeseburgers with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal spawned by salad forks ablating US Navy aircraft carrier super hornets... Skull... Only then will you realize that all your fear was a rolled-up newspaper, a banana fly and a sad man in a bowler. I wonder how fast I can run. I wonder what would happen if I hit this door at Mach 2. I wonder if accidentally killing a mailman is a federal offense.

If I am a Nightmare, then tell me, what are you? No. Never. In what dark places do your minds reside, on what horrible secrets do you silently sit, raving, radiant, resilient... Mouse... Glucose... You've got issues. ...You talk too much. Gleaming, gleaming, as the shadows stir, joy in the hunter, utter, unadulterated fear in the hunted? There is no ending here, no plot closure... no... Prostitute...