The Shadow Man

In our small town, a dark silhouette appeared on the walls every night. At first, we thought it was a prank, but the shadow became clearer each day. One night, I gathered my courage to find the source. Under the dim streetlights, I noticed the shadow moving. As I approached, my heart pounded. Suddenly, the shadow disappeared, but the lingering darkness on the wall made me feel that something was still watching.”
That night, whispers echoed in the hallway, soft at first but growing louder. The shadows seemed to multiply, crawling up the walls like living creatures. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination, but the next morning, I woke up with a handprint on my window—on the inside. I wasn’t alone anymore.