While she was pretty sure the figure that stood in front of her was not a ghost, there was an uncanny resemblance. The man had appeared seemingly out of thin air, wisps of shadows clinging to his skin. For a second, he himself did not have a shadow, as it arrived later than he had done. Then he just kept standing there, looking at her quietly, with a stillness that no human being was able to achieve. Deep down, she knew she should probably be afraid, terrified out of her mind even.
But something about him seemed... familiar.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Cerita PendekMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
