"Do you hear it? The Creep upon my cellar stairs? I lie awake tonight with fright in my heart and a creep upon my cellar stairs," the young girl muttered into the belly of her teddy bear. A fearful groan erupted as she heard it once again, "Do you hear it? The Creep is upon my kitchen floor!" Woe was her to have this fear, to hear the Creep beyond her door. Juliette was twelve, modest and kind, however cowardly as a mouse, and not inclined, to investigate bumps in the deep, dark night. So sleep well and God bless for surely you know, if the Creep comes for you, your death will be slow.