A Daemon's Babble

Shadows

Many people fear the monsters under the bed or the howl of a werewolf in the dead of the night.

But the monsters don't live under the bed nor will the werewolves hurt you on this dark and stormy night.

Sweetheart, it's the shadow walker that you want to watch out for.

It slips in the shadows, no physical body but a physical touch, a chill, the brush of a breeze, a whisper against your ear.

Sweetheart, it's the shadow walker that's out to get you.

You broke it's home and it's going to get its revenge. So don't call the cops or alert your friends if you find a snake in your bed or an alligator in your closet. Keep it to yourself, it's your fault that it's out to get you. You and your little friends destroyed its home, and in the dead of the night it stood on the ruined remains of its house and howled and threw a fit. You wondered the next morning why your tractor and bulldozer were overturned and charred as if set on fire.

Sweetheart, it's the shadow walker that will pick you off one by one.

So if your friends mysteriously vanish or end up in the hospital from an extremely unfortunate accident, blame yourself.

The shadow walker is out to get you for destroying its home. It'll dance on your grave to a haunting tune that it will sing, and it'll go on. The shadow walker will lurk in the moonlight with no physical body but a physical touch, and it'll sing a haunting tune that pours from its mouth like water as it brushes its hands against its victims. 

Sweetheart, I would say I am so terribly sorry for your upcoming death.

But I am the shadow walker, and I don't say things I don't mean.

You destroyed my home.

And, oh, sweetheart, there will be hell to pay.