The Tickle Man was a creature that no one had ever seen, but his presence was felt everywhere. His victims always reported the same thing - a tickling sensation, followed by an overwhelming sense of terror. No one knew where The Tickle Man came from, or what he wanted. Some said he was a demon, summoned from the depths of Hell to torment the living. Others claimed he was a scientist, driven mad by his own experiments. Despite the many theories, one thing was certain - The Tickle Man was not to be trifled with. He left a trail of victims in his wake, all of them driven to the brink of insanity by his relentless tickling. One night, as I lay in bed, I felt a tickling sensation on my foot. I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a stray strand of bedspread, but the tickling persisted. I sat up and looked around the room, but there was no one there. The tickling moved up my leg, and I felt a sense of panic wash over me. I tried to get out of bed and run, but my legs were too weak. The Tickle Man had me in his grasp, and there was no escape. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, praying for mercy from a creature that had none. And as the tickling consumed me, I knew that I was the latest victim of The Tickle Man.