Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I last posted a story on Wattpad. I actually have been more active on my website which contains short fictional stories. The link will be posted at the end of this paragraph. Thank you so much to all people who have read and who are just starting to read my stories, I have no words to describe how much I appreciate it. I have recently got into thriller/horror genre. If you are into that sort of thing please check out The Silhouette. This story is actually published already on my website so if you want to get the full story without waiting, please click the link below. Don't forget to tell me your opinion in the comments below, and if you like it don't hesitate to click on the vote button. You can share with your friends, family and loved ones through facebook, twitter, etc. and through the best form of communication by talking.
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It was right behind the wine-colored leather settee. A dark murky figure with everything a shadow possesses: Sinisterness. It would shift sometimes, resting on the opposite chipped wall or on one of the various corners around the house.
Lurking. Waiting.
The first time Matthew saw it, uneasiness pierced him like a razor knife clawing underneath his skin. That night, he missed the ship to the land of slumber. His eyes had frantically scanned the bedroom for any sign of the shadow. The constant creaking of the old walls and stairway only increased his agitation, filling his body with apprehension.
It began with small gestures. Such as the sudden movement of chairs, or the unexpected crash of China. The constant brimming fear inside Matthew changed his joyful character to one of a disturbed and unstable. People began to notice his change in nature, and so the whispers began. Soon, the whole neighborhood knew about his 'illness' and how he should be avoided. No one dared to talk to him for fear of any sudden outbursts.
No one. Except for Mrs. Wilson.
She had marched up, past the unkempt garden, to his front porch; straightened her pearly summer dress and rang the doorbell. Chimes echoed throughout the antiquated house. She stood there, wondering how no one in the neighborhood ever thought of visiting Matthew. After all, he was the heart of the community.
"Matthew! It's Mrs. Wilson, from down the street!" She called out.
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The Silhouette
TerrorThe neighborhood's overly cheerful character has a sinister secret.
