The Shadow On The Wall 소설 & 이야기

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

Like an animal in a new environment trying to understand it, I twist my neck again and again, moving closer to the corner just so I can see the shadow more clearly. However, as I take two steps forward slowly, I see the shadow pull out from the wall, and this startles me. “I didn’t know cold-hearted criminals like you could also get scared.” The voice comes from the shadow suddenly, frightening me. Immediately, I take steps backward, and my back hits the door. Seeing that I have nowhere to go, as the door is locked from the outside, the shadow steps into the light, a flickering light in the center of the room, concentrating on the chair.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

James suddenly pointed at a stone wall in the distance. Latrusse and Lemuel looked in the direction he pointed at. On the stone wall, there was a dark shadow attached to it. Swoosh! The shadow disappeared and suddenly manifested in front of them.

Willow clutched her wine glass, but Roy looked away indifferently and nodded at Cameron. Cameron, who had been rather reserved, enthusiastically invited Roy to join him. “Nah. I have other commitments,” Roy declined. “Don’t just stand there, Willow. Take the love shot with Mr. Shuttle. Hahaha!” Someone in the room teased her. Cameron sat back down, and the door reopened with a push. Roy propped his arm against the door frame, his lips perking. “It looks like a party is going on here. Mind if I stay and watch?”

Wade shouted and ran towards the door of the cabin. Arthur and Freddie shook their heads and screamed their hearts out, their eyes wide with fear. Wade found the door locked from the inside. He had no time to waste. He kicked it open and a deafening noise of a shotgun sent shivers down his spine. Freddie and Arthur fell to the ground with their chairs. Wade’s body gave up on him. He caught two shotguns placed on tripods right in front of the chairs. A wire ran towards the knob of the door that he had just kicked in. Now he realized why Arthur and Freddie were shaking their heads. The walls had the same message spray-painted on them over and over. “YOU DID THIS, WADE JOHNSON.”

Then she stopped. Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name. “Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...” My mom had always been afraid of the dark. I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night. I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home. By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness. She also suffered from claustrophobia.

Concrete walls stretched off in two directions and the black maw of a doorway faced him. Always comfortable with the darkness, Vanadine flowed towards the dark rectangle and entered the building. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak that he welcomed, becoming one with the shadow, as was his nature. Yet what would have been almost utter darkness to most people was like daylight to Vanadine, his eyes naturally able to perceive light most could not. He strode purposefully and silently through the building, marking what once had been a hospital wing but was now just a hollow shell. The sounds of a struggle and voices drew him on as the pair of men taunted and teased the woman, making her squ

Before I could process it, Celeste asked, "Are we going to meet her?" "Not yet. Let me confirm something first." I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight, and shielded part of the light with my finger as I looked at the wall. There was no shadow of my finger on the wall. Celeste stared in disbelief as she cautiously waved her own finger in front of the wall. Her shadow flickered. I turned to her and asked, "What do you think a shadow wants when it escapes from its owner's body?"