Prologue
I ran onto my mom's bed. It was the middle of the night and I seeked the comfort of my mother's bed . At the age of seven I wished to feel my mother's presence when I was scared. Which was quite often at that age.
" Uh.. Clare, is that you?" said my sleepy mother as she turned around to face me.
" Mom... I saw him."
" Who did your see? Clare..... it was probably the moonlight playing tricks on your eyes. Well, Clare go back to sleep. I'm tired and I have to work tomorrow morning. I need my sleep."
" But mom I saw him. The shadow man was in my closet watching me. He was scary, his eyes were pale blue and he was standing there in the shadow watching me sleep."
"Seriously, Clare you are too old to be scared of the dark. I thought you have gotten over ...... you know..... the shadow man."
"Oh mom, can I sleep with you tonight. I don't want to go back in my room. Please let me stay here with you. I promise no more talk about shadow man if you let me stay here with you.'
" Okay but just this once."
"Good night mom"
" Good night , honey."
As I got under the covers I still couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching me.
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The Shadow Man
Mystery / ThrillerEver since she could remember she has always seen the Shadow Man. Out of no where she comes to face to face him. His childlike attitude is a contrast to his dark origin but he question here is, why is she the only one who can see him? And what does...
