Lurking

Who am I? A monster, I hear it. The shadows used to say it. But I feel it now. The thing I tired to suppress so badly, it's bleeding out, bleeding out every possible way. It feels like someone possessed me, something so evil and so full of mischief yet so me. Who is it? I ask. A black something so tall so small looked upon me smiling with blood down his teeths. So evil, so monstrous yet so me.