A few months ago I attained what any worthwhile superhero needs. I found I had an arch nemesis.

He waits for me to leave the house, and then stalks me with his black, marbly eyes as I hurry past, averting his icy gaze. I never see him move, but he appears in differing places, always waiting and watching me with wild matted hair and evil, squinted eyelids. He's forging a plan. I know it. He'll get me in my sleep or when my back is turned; nowhere is safe.

The neighbours have taken a shine to him, ruffling his hair and offering snacks which no doubt he devours as though he would my trembling flesh. One in particular has appointed themselves a surrogate parent to this hell-beast.

Of course I could not take a photo with my own camera, because as we all know, PURE EVIL does not show up on film - much in the way of vampires. This is sort of what he looks like, only more evil.

*shudder*