SHARDS OF GLASS CRUNCHED under my flip flops as I stumbled over to my desk, grabbed my cell phone, and pressed down on the contact. The phone rang. Once. Twice. five times. Tears blurred my vision. He was going to answer. Of course not. I'd accused him of terrible things. But someone i had to tell. I had to get the words out of my mouth because they made it real. They changed everything His voice mail picked up. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Its me. I remember everything. I know who--" My bed room door groaned as it swung open, and i lifted my gaze. My heart leaped to my throat as my fingers dug into the slim phone. The figure filled the door - the same figure I'd seen in all those memories, looking down in me as i lay on the cliff. The shadow man haunted my steps was real.