Scary stories I wrote

The Shadow in the Corner

Late at night, in the dim, flickering light of an old lamp, something stirred in the corner of the room. It was barely noticeable at first, just a shadow darker than the others, lingering in the edges where the light couldn't quite reach. The air felt thick and cold, heavy with something unseen, pressing in on all sides like an invisible weight.

Then, it shifted.

The shadow moved, ever so slowly, as if savoring the silence, its twisted form curling and uncurling like something barely restrained. Long, spindly limbs unfurled from the darkness, fingers that were too thin, too long, tapping silently on the wooden floor, but never loud enough to be heard. The creature's body was unnaturally bent, a grotesque silhouette hunched low to the ground, its movements jerky and unsettling, like a spider dragged from nightmares.

Its skin, if it could be called that, glistened faintly-a slick, wet texture that caught the weak light, revealing patches of pale, translucent flesh stretched taut over sharp, angular bones. Its face, hidden beneath the shadow of its hunched back, was a void-a blank canvas of hollow blackness, except for the eyes.

Two slits of burning crimson peered out from the darkness, unblinking, locked onto you. They glowed with a malice so intense that it felt as if they were boring into your very soul, rooting you to the spot. You wanted to move, to scream, but your body refused to obey.

The creature crept closer, inching forward with impossible slowness, its breath an icy whisper in the air, so cold it made your skin prickle with goosebumps. You could feel it now, its presence overwhelming, suffocating. The shadows it carried with it seemed to grow, swallowing the room in an oppressive blackness that threatened to consume everything.

And then it stopped, just at the edge of the lamplight, as if taunting you with the thin barrier of safety. Its head tilted unnaturally to one side, the crack of bone echoing in the silence. It waited, patient, knowing you could do nothing.

As you sat paralyzed, your eyes drawn to those burning red slits, it leaned in, and from the void of its face came a sound-a low, wet, rasping breath that promised terror beyond imagination.

And then, it smiled.

You realized too late that it was never truly in the corner of the room.

It had been behind you all along.

I just realized I'm not creative with titles, my previous chapter says 'the shadows in the wall' and this one says 'the shadow in the corner'.

Word count not including this: 429