Shadows

Alice had always preferred the night. It was comfortable and familiar and cloaked her like a warm coat on a cold day. Darkness was forgiving, but what she loved best was that it permitted her to hide.

She used to think that the things she saw were tricks of the light, or her eyes, or her mind, because she was always being pursued by the shadows. Now she knew better, and so over the years, she learned to avoid well-lit places. She came to realize that the sun, the presence of light its self, is the bringer of evil, because in the end, darkness can only fester with the existence of light.

But in a world where no one believes in shadows and monsters or worlds where blood courses like rivers and where your deepest, darkest secrets become a torturous reality, who is there to talk to?

Because after all, The Devils greatest trick was convincing the world that he didn't exist.