The chitter-chatter man

The chitter-chatter man When I was a boy, the chitter-chatter man stood in the darkest shadows of my bedroom in the dead of night. He wore long blue-striped pyjamas, and his teeth made the most horrible chattering noise—as if he was freezing cold. His lips peeled right back over his ghastly gums. He never spoke… because… well, he was the chitter-chatter man.