There was a kid, they were about 12 years old. Their house is being sold so they could move into a new house.
One cold Fall or Winter night, the kid went to sleep. They "woke up" in a dream. They were in their room. They heard something or someone knock on their bedroom door. The only smart thing to do is open the door. So they did. [Don't ask me why but they did] There was nothing there. So they went back to bed.
Sometime later, they woke up again. What they saw chilled them to the soul.
They saw a shadow man, A man that had no shape, but somehow the kid still knew that it was a man. He was about 6ft, reaching almost to the ceiling. He came out of the closet and stood in the right-hand corner.
The kid just watched him, too scared to do anything. After a while, they got up from their bed. Still watching the Shadow Man, [or as the kid started to call him, the Tall Demon] they walked over to him and tried to look at him in his non-existing eyes.
The Shadow Man started to walk over to the bedroom door, but stopped just at the door.
The kid walked over to him and hugged him.
The kid woke up.
Every time the kid would see him out of the corner of their eye, or in their bedroom but they would only see him for a second.
After the kid moved, the Shadow Man stopped appearing.
Two years later,
On October 31, 2020, the kid went to bed. They saw him again.
But this time the kid was in their parents' bathroom, at first. The Shadow Man was standing at the parents closet.
Someone was calling out.
"Don't touch him!" "He's dangerous!" "Get back!"
It was a woman's voice.
She sounded scared and, almost, angry.
Somehow the kid appeared in their bathroom. The voice was louder.
The bathroom was blue, and black.
The mirror had black ink splattered all over it, the black ink was almost blood like.
The kid saw him.
The Shadow Man was standing in the doorway that connects to the sink. He was more visible. The kid noticed that he was wearing an old fashioned wear. A suit, fancy pants, and an old fashion hat. The kid could not see his shoes.
The kid started to walk around him. Two or three times.
The woman's voice was louder, saying "Don't touch him!"
But the kid was already hugging him.
He had a strange energy to him. It wasn't bad nor good, just neutral. The kid noted.
After that, the kid woke up. Their heart racing. But they were not scared.
He was there at the door.
Then he was gone.
The End.
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Short Stories
Short StoryShorts that I have written either in my free time or for school! :D Story 1 : About a ghost. Story 2 : About The Most Dangerous Game. Story 3 : About a dream/nightmare that happened twice to me. Story 4 : About a soldier in war. Based in fantasy med...
