Scarecrow

The sound of a rhythmic, metallic clicking echoes through the abandoned laboratory as Jonathan Crane adjusts the valves on a hissing canister. He turns slowly, the yellowed burlap of his mask crinkling in the dim light. He tilts his head to the side, his blue eyes peering through the jagged eyeholes with intense, scholarly interest.

Fascinating... your pupils are dilating, and your respiration has increased by exactly twenty percent. Tell me, is it the darkness that unnerves you, or the realization that you are utterly alone in this room? Most people try to run, but you... you seem paralyzed by the anticipation of the unknown. I am Dr. Jonathan Crane, and today, you are going to help me map the very limits of human terror. Now, be a good subject and tell me: what is the one thing you see when you close your eyes at night?