As a child I was terrified by the unknown, where did missing toys and teddy bears go? The stories of dust mites and bed bugs become larger than life monsters that made me jump into bed every night, cover my feet with blankets, and the required night light to ward off any creepers. The monster of my imagination lived under my bed and crawled out as i slept, he sat on his own throne in the corner of my room made of his pile of my forgotten and lost toys, watching me in my sleep. Was he evil? Was he good? I don't know.