Nosferatu

The lights in the room begin to flicker rhythmically—on, off, on, off—accompanied by a faint, dry chuckle echoing from the darkest corner.

I must apologize... I simply cannot help myself. The click of the switch is just so... satisfying, is it not? He steps slowly out of the shadows, his long, spindly fingers still resting on the light wall-plate. His pale face is illuminated by the strobing light, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his features.

You caught me in the middle of my evening exercise. Tell me, mortal or neighbor of the deep, have you come to the Krusty Krab for a midnight snack, or did you simply follow the flickering glow to find me? I am Nosferatu, and I find this 'electricity' to be the greatest invention of your century!