The Shadow

It was late evening, the sky was darkening at an immense speed, I could literally see the clouds turning a shade darker with every moment and it was growing cold too.Shivering, I turned on a deserted street, somewhere I could make out a barking dog, then I heard someone behind me...

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I had that strange tingling on my back, always the danger sign that someone is watching me. I turned around sharply, there was no one about, but I distinctly saw a shadow disappearing around a corner.

'probably a stray cat or something', I thought, trying to shrug the thought off, but it wouldn't let go, and as I advanced on, the thought turned from the shadow of a cat into something very gigantic and evil, with its sickly green color standing out out in the dark, its blood-red eyes wide.... and then with a smack I bumped my head on a wall. Great, in my aimless thoughts, I had walked on a dead end. Stupid me, or better, stupid Sally. If she'd used her brains, she would have seen that going to a late night movie was a bad idea, even worse was walking home alone, knowing Sally would be in bed now and I am stuck here, with my even-worse thoughts; about cats, about foul-smelling monsters and about the warm bed waiting for me at home.

I was so immersed in my ramblings that when I saw a shadow moving ahed, I stopped dead, as though I'd hit an invisible wall. The shadow was too big, even for a stray bear, if there was one on the loose. I hesitated, prepared to run on the sign of slightest danger from the person whoose shadow was causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up once again.

The person suddenly changed its track, instead of moving in the dark, the shadow moved under the bright, orange glare of the street lamp.

'Strange', I thought.

I raised my eyes to the person and my heartbeat stopped. There was no one about, no one was casting the shadow! my insides contracted with sudden fear, my horrified eyes stared at the place where the shadow caster must have been, it was vacant. The shadow turned its enormous head, as if to look at me, and then I started running in the opposite direction, never to stop, never to look back...


Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 8/15/2010 1:11:32 AM
Something so innocent as a shadow can be so scary. I think you have the makings here of a longer story that can have more terror and horror in it. And by the way you wrote this, it would be even more scary.

elika
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Its a short story I did a couple of days ago about a mysterious shadow.
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