Ridiculous.

If darkness had a face, you would be consumed before you saw its form. You are devoured before you realize it is even there. Lurking in the corners, in the folds between your sheets, darkness hides beneath your bed as it waits for light to sleep.

Should darkness have a face, it will be attached to a horrific form of haze, clinging like a leech. Your shadow, my dear. I think-

it blinked.