The Shadows

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A smiling face is peering at me from the darkness behind my bedroom window. I live on a 9th floor, growing up with cats and dogs I got used to the sound of scratching on my bedroom door while I slept. Now that I live alone it is much more disturbing. "I can't sleep," she whispered as she climbed into bed with me. I woke up cold, hugging the dress she was buried in. My son woke me up in the middle of the night, "Dad, there's a monster under my bed." I went to look and there was nothing there, then I heard my son with a trembling voice: “daddy, there is a monster over my bed” I can't move, breathe, speak or hear, and it is very dark all the time. If he knew that this was loneliness, he would have preferred cremation. My sister won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and tell her to stop, but she ignores me. Something horrible follows you everywhere. Look left, right, at your feet, in the hall, under the bed... but never look up, he hates being looked into his eyes. You come home tired after a hard day at work and all the lights are off. You reach with your hand for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

You reach with your hand for the light switch, but another hand is already there. I kiss my wife and daughter before I go to sleep. When I wake up, I'm in a padded room and the nurses tell me it was just a dream. You wake up. She does not. I had never seen a girl cry so uncontrollably before. And even less in an abandoned hospital. When you are completely alone, you will hear a soft creepy sound. When you stop listening to it, you will know that "it" has found you. My sister says that mom killed her. Mom says I don't have any sisters. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that we'll soon be dead. Every night at 3 in the morning my house starts to smell like sulfur and I wake up. I could go back to sleep if that shadow in the corner would stop looking at me. Last night it took me a long time to fall asleep because of the gloomy look of the man in that painting. This morning I realized that it was not a painting, but a window.

I woke up hearing someone knock on the window pane. At first I thought it was the window, until there was another knock from the mirror. After living alone in such a big house for so many years, I came to a surprising conclusion: I always closed many more doors than I opened. Yesterday my parents told me that I was too old for an imaginary friend and that I had to end it. they found his body this morning. This morning I found a picture of me sleeping on my cell phone. I live alone.

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Today, in the morning, I woke up, but something felt different. And looking over my bed my body was still there. After the apocalypse, the last man on Earth was in his room. Someone knocked on the door. I looked at my reflection in the mirror before leaving. When I came back, it was still there. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not afraid of you anymore? and I shot him in the head one more time there is nothing more beautiful than hearing a baby laugh. Unless it's 3 in the morning and you don't have a baby. Every night, mom caresses me, she kisses me and comforts me. Everything would be perfect if she wasn't dead. I never liked that old china doll. I can't stand him looking at me like that. I woke up cold. In front of my bed I see the old woman rocking slowly and with her gaze fixed on my eyes. I have never put a mirror in my room again. I have dreamed that a faceless man ripped off my skin while I slept. That explains the blood on the bed. He was lying on the sofa, when suddenly a knock on the wall startled me. He still had to wait for the cement to dry before he could paint.

I wish you had loved me like I loved you. Now I regret killing you. I love blue eyes, they are beautiful. That's why I collect them and keep them in this glass jar. The funeral ended at six and everyone left. I'm starting to feel lonely down here. The doctors told her that she could feel with her phantom limb. But no one prepared him when he felt cold fingers on his severed arm from him. Having three dogs is great. But it terrifies me when they all bark at the same corner. I got lost in the woods and it's already dark. I'll ask that tall man in a suit for the exit. Don't worry, no one can separate us anymore. Saying this, he threaded the needle. My father went to check that there were no monsters in the closet. That was three hours ago. On TV there is a monster devouring a person. I wince as I realize it's a security camera. Mili and I play with our dolls. The more we play, the more they laugh.

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I don't feel the tongue and I look for it among the blood but I only find my eyes. Sorry if I look at you this way, but since you killed me I'm not the same. the bar but I never imagined that I would spend the last ten years locked up. I get so bored in this coffin…bar when I came back from the war I just expected to find my son's smile. It makes me sad to see him cry now that I'm dead no matter how many times I repaint that wall, that face reappears and he keeps looking at me. He closes the windows while I sharpen the knife. You don't want to wake up the neighbors with your screaming. At the end of the corridor a light tinkled. That was after hearing that deafening scream. I love sitting with her while she reads in the park. If only he could see me… He still asks me who killed his mother. But still, I can't tell him that he was the culprit. I hate staying at grandma's house. Those sobs coming from the attic don't let me sleep.

I could have sworn I left my doll on the shelf. I don't understand what he's doing in the hallway at this hour. She believed that I broke my leg when I fell. I hear the subway approaching from the dark tunnel. In my house there are seven doors in total. and if I don't know where the eighth will lead. As much as I point the flashlight at that corner that shadow does not disappear? I didn't stop for a second before that girl hitchhiking at dawn, she would have done it if it hadn't been for her feet not touching the asphalt. I got lost in the woods and it's already dark. I'll ask that tall man in a suit out and on the first Saturday of every month he brings me roses to bed but he never did when she was alive the flames of the crematorium oven consumed her flesh then the flames of hell consumed her Soul, also some beautiful women make you lose your mind is that it is easier when the ax is sharp before dinner, at a friend's house, I combed my hair in front of the mirror in the hall while we had dinner, he asked me: What were you doing standing in front of that portrait in the hallway?

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