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A Shadow

This time I was going to confront it; the shadow that lived inside the paint on my apartment walls. It was of various sizes, depending on the lighting; depending on the day. Sometimes I would get brave and try to approach it, but it was so quick. I would back down as it ran further away, or if it loomed over me.

Tonight, I was going to take care of it. I didn't care. I grabbed the knife out of my bedside drawer and approached the wicked shadow as it rose up from the floor to face me. However, despite my deep desire to get rid of it, I noticed that it had no interest in reciprocating that feeling. It began to move away from me. I had no choice as I felt myself start to follow. As we exited my room, I took a look to my left and noticed that it too held a knife. I know what this is. It wants to go somewhere and end me as I wished to do the same to it; somewhere more private. I wouldn't go down without a fight, though.

Before I could think any further on it, I observed that it suddenly stopped. It stopped in front of another human-like shadow. I had no time to react as the shadow thrusted its knife forward, repeatedly in a swift, aggressive motion. I began to scream in disbelief. The shadows of blood splatters soaked the walls. Wait, no. That wasn't the shadow of blood splattering. It was real blood.

I looked down in front of me. My roommate was lying in a heap of blood and guts. I dropped my knife in horror at what I had done.