The Severed Shadow

They say shadows are just the absence of light. But tonight, this absence feels

heavy. A slight delay. A stutter in the reflection of my own existence

on the wall. I moved. It waited. Like it was considering its own

next step in the dark. Then the connection broke. I stood up,

but my shadow remained seated, watching me. It looked at me.

Not with eyes, but with a terrifying and very dark intent. The wall was

no longer a surface. It was a doorway for something far worse.

I reached out to touch my own silhouette, but it recoiled with a silent