The Places Nobody Is Looking are filled with strange Things, monstrous Things, though They are difficult to describe, for obvious reasons. These Things exist only in the absence of Sight.

If an entire crowd is looking one direction, these Things will be in the other. They swarm in empty rooms and blanket remote fields. They are under tables, inside chimneys, on the other side of trees, and behind your head—if no one else is looking there, of course.

They avoid cameras and lenses and the deep stares of cats. They do not show up on film. Dogs sometimes sense Them, but can’t find Them.

If you move quickly—dart your eyes or suddenly turn on a light—you may barely catch a glimpse of One, though such a sighting is rare and unsettling. Maybe dangerous.

These Things do not want to be Seen. They do not like to be Seen. There is a reason they gather and pool in the Places Nobody Is Looking.

And there is, perhaps, a reason why one Boy, in all the World and in all of Time, one day found himself able to See Them.