I'm honestly starting to believe that someone is watching me as I sleep. I always feel that there's this shadow that lurks about my bay window, and just waits and sits there watching over me.
I try to shake it off, but my nerves take over, and I huddle under my blankets; secretly hoping the shadow will go away. Taking a closer look, it seems as if the shadow was of a boy, about the age of possibly 14, maybe 16 at the oldest. The shadow is a rumbunctious little thing, flying across the room like it had been on a sugar high.
My curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I simply mutter " hello?" and as if the world stopped, the shadow turned to face me. If it had eyes, they would be piercing into my soul. " Where did you come from?'' I ask.
The shadow points towards my window, and motions for me to wait a minute. For a second I'm standing there in pure silence, thinking how I'm talking to a shadow, when I hear a crow call, which then the shadow salutes me, and disappears into nothingness.
Where have I heard that familiar crow from? It couldn't be, can it? I think I need some rest, but tomorrow I'm definitely going to go with the shadow.
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Fly with Me
FanfictionGrowing up, Amelia had always thought the stories about Peter Pan and his Lost Boys told by her mother Wendy were all just made up, just her imagination running wild. One evening where the Shadow of Peter Pan arrives to her bedroom, she doesn't kn...
