Last night I met a man named Carl.
We had a couple of drinks, he never asked for my name.
When the clock struck midnight, he said:

"Say... have you ever lied in bed, in a dimly lit room
and suddenly glimpsed the shape of a monster
to later realize it was just a pile of dirty clothes?"

I looked at him puzzled as he continued:

"Theres a backdrop of dread to all we consider normal.
Behind the familiar lies the unfamiliar, the strange.
That feeling of hesitation is called The Uncanny."

The next minute he was gone.
What a weird man...