That is my name

It was a beautiful day for Sally, she was on her way to her grandparents house. The sun shone down on her glossy blonde hair. She gracefully skipped down the sidewalk, and sat on the bus stop bench. Little did she know, the man sitting next to her would forever change her life. “Hi.” He leaned over to whisper in her ear. The whisper tickled, and sent a chill through her spine. “Hello.” She smiled back. Although she was slightly creeped out by the man, she tried to seem pleasant. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Sally, what’s yours?”
“Do you really want to know?” Sally shook her head yes, and she was immediately intrigued by this question.
“Well, I’ll give you some clues, then you can take a guess.” Again she nodded, ready to play his game.
“When the thunder is so loud that it shakes your house. That is my name. When the monsters under your bed begin to creep out. That is my name. When your heart throbs so hard you think your going to faint. That is my name. When you scream so loud your throat stings of pain. That is my name. When the sky is pitch black. That is my name. When the lightning strikes and burns a tree. That is my name. When you see your life flash before your eyes. That is my name.” Sally was scared at this point. She could not speak, her tongue has been gobbled up by fear. “My name is evil,” he continued. Now Sally knew something was wrong. “And I’m exactly who you think I am.” He finished.