The boogeyman continues to freak people out on The Outsider. He comes in like a dream, “it” comes in like a dream. In through the dark, blurry in the corners, out of reach, dressed like a man. It has come from a cold place, mouldy and filled with cobwebs. It wants to be left alone to its own devices, urges. It follows, even into the light, say it’s name thrice while looking in a mirror and run, run, run through the trees. Split up with your friends. It is already in front.