The shadows follow people. I'm lead by mine. The creatures, they haunt me. I run, hide, but I can't tell anyone. No one would believe me.
I live in fear, the world moving on without noticing my insecurities. They talk to me, in languages I don't understand.
They touch me with their cold hands, their sharps nails digging in to my shoulder blade. They lay not under my bed, but out in the open. They have no form like water in a cup.
