Whispers in the Dark

Under a flickering streetlight on an empty road, a man walked alone, the night unnaturally

silent around him. His footsteps slowed as his shadow stretched too long across the pavement,

bending in ways it shouldn’t. A cold whisper slid into his ear, asking why he had

abandoned it, and when he turned, no one was there. The shadow began to move on its own,

crawling up the wall like a living thing, reminding him of every fear,

every memory he had buried deep inside. The streetlight suddenly died,

plunging everything into darkness, and in that suffocating blackness, something leaned

close and whispered, with a breath he could feel on his skin, that it had never