The panic had spread. They phoned me up. They told me of some bubbling madness, about how "ITS" eyes slid shut. "Impossible!" I cried, "Even inside the bullet proof tank of a closet made of dark?!?!" "Yes," they replied. I asked, "Did you tell it not to dream of things like Tennis in the Sea, or Sphinxes weird from trapdoor realities?" "Yes," they muttered, "and nothing works." So I put the phone down. Now there's little left to tell you, so if you'll excuse me, I'm giving into my fear like we all do.