I don't really remember when they first showed up. I really don't think I was aware of them fully for the longest time, just slowly becoming more and more conscious of them.
At first they just appeared as a slight movement I could see only out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I almost caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, only to lose the image and just blow it off as imagination. But then, they became larger and slower in their movements. It was as though they wanted to be sure I saw them.
Then the noises started. Not strange noises, but just noises that were out of place. Whispers, wind sounds, soft tapping sounds...I started to hear them all. Especially if I was tired or half asleep. Eventually the noises became louder and more sinister, like low growls or moans. That's when I began to get nervous. I wanted to tell someone, but what would I tell them? What could I say? How do you describe something that is more like a dream or nightmare than anything else?
Of course, when someone else was around nothing would happen. No noises, no Shadows, no flickering movements seen in the corner of your eye. Nothing! I should have expected it. I should have known. The Shadow People were here for me and me alone.
Why? That was the question I kept asking myself. What were the Shadows really? Why did they only appear to me? What did they want? I started sleeping less and less, but staying awake seemed to make me more aware of them.
I tried to leave and go somewhere else, but just a few blocks from my home the panic set in. I had to go back! The voices called me louder and louder, becoming more insistent, more demanding, more threatening!
Even then I think I would have been OK. I think I might have been able to live with all of this, to somehow cope. Yes, I might have made it! But then, the Shadows began to touch me!....
( To be continued..)
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