Nightmares are rubbish

Was tormented in the sleep-time by clay-faced evil man with dark shapeless eyes who was biding his time before he would inevitably attack me, for some reason I was convinced that disconnecting the Internet would seal the doors closed, but alas no I had to hide behind furniture made from reclaimed wood... you know rustic and a particular kind of glossy brown) HE LOOKED A BIT LIKE THIS;