From the moment I could remember, I was aware that something was off about me. I had a shadow that always seemed to be lurking behind me, even on the brightest days. It wasn’t like a normal shadow, though. It was darker, more malevolent, and it always seemed to be moving in ways that a shadow shouldn’t move.
As I grew older, I began to realize that my shadow was more than just a trick of the light. It was a haunting presence that followed me wherever I went. It was always there, lurking in the corners of my vision, and sometimes even taking on a life of its own.
The first time I noticed this was when I was walking home from school one day. It was a bright, sunny day, but I could feel my shadow moving in ways that it shouldn’t be able to. It seemed to be reaching out towards me, almost as if it was trying to grab hold of me.
From then on, I couldn’t escape the feeling that my shadow was alive. I would catch glimpses of it moving when it shouldn’t be, and sometimes it seemed to take on shapes that were almost human-like.
As I grew older, the hauntings got worse. I would wake up in the middle of the night to find my shadow standing at the foot of my bed, watching me with eyes that glowed with an unnatural light. Sometimes, I would feel its cold breath on my neck, even though I knew it wasn’t really there.
I tried to ignore the shadow, but it was impossible. It was always there, always watching me, always haunting me. It was like a dark cloud that followed me everywhere I went, and it seemed to be growing stronger with each passing day.
I knew I had to do something about it. I started seeing psychiatrists, hoping that they could give me some explanation for what was happening to me. But none of them could help me. They all thought I was crazy, that my mind was playing tricks on me.
I tried everything to get rid of the shadow. I would spend hours meditating, hoping to find some inner peace that would drive it away. I even tried getting rid of all the light sources in my house, hoping that the darkness would make it go away. But nothing worked.
One day, I decided to confront the shadow. I walked out into the bright sunshine, determined to face it once and for all. I turned around to face my shadow, and for a moment, it seemed to stand still. But then, it started to move again, and I realized that it wasn’t just a shadow anymore. It was a creature, a dark and malevolent presence that was more than just a figment of my imagination.
I ran away as fast as I could, but the shadow chased after me, moving faster than I thought possible. I knew then that it was too late. My life would always be haunted by my shadow, and there was nothing I could do about it.