It started with a old dying man. His shadow was by the man’s side his hole life, like a good little puppy. The shadow was sick of it.
The shadow was glad the old man was reaching the end of his life for it hade a plan.
When the old man finally dyed it took over the body. The shadow was finally free. The enslavement of the shadows would be over soon.
It moved from person to person. The shadow’s hatred fueled it. It cursed the humans that saw it with death allowing there shadow to take over.
The humans called them Shadow People.
The army of Shadow People where steadily growing and in a few decades the Shadow People would outnumber the humans. Humanity will fall, and shadows will rule.
A travler seeking shelter for the night wondered into a city. He didn’t know this city or even knew there was a city hear.
He knew something was off the second he was in the city limits. Unlike outside, the city had a dark aura around it. A tanted blue washed over everything, like a corps. No life was in site.
He wanted to get himself and his horse out as soon as possible.
As his horse trotted through the cobblestone streets, the click clack was all he herd. Then a bell tolled. The air got unatraly cold.
It started with one, then two, five, now easily one hundred twisted forms emerged out of the shadows. Each looked vaguely human. Some had a nooses around there necks, others were impaled or beheded. All signs of death, or execution.
He started to sprint on his horse as the dead twisted forms surrounded him with broken limbs, gaping mouths, and hollowed out eyes.
They started to crawl up his horse, sending it into a panic. The horse kicked and thrashed. Each movement chunks of flesh was ripped away.
The horse collapsed and the travler was ripped away from it.
He kicked and punched and somehow got away as the forms surrounded the horse.
Runing away he looked back to see if the forms where chasing him. Instead he saw the dead body of his horse twisting and breaking until it fully transformed and stood.
Head twisted upside down, limbs splayed and backwards, bones sticking out like spikes, the horses took charge at the travler.
The travler ran despretly despite knowing he couldn’t out run the twisted horses.
Hearing the horses right on his heals he started to prey.
Mabby some one heard him, because he saw the end of the city.
He jumped forward as the horse opened its wide mouth full of sharp teeth. The traveler could of sworn he felt the air around him shift as the horse just missed a bite, then the travler was out.
He had crossed the city limits. One more second he would of bean a twisted being of death.
Looking back he saw the city disappear in a cloud of smoke.
He survived and told his story. Then it was passed on and on until it was a legend, but he knew the truth. The City of Death was very real and waiting to kill.
“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” Tod cried to his Mom.
“Where did you get an idea like that?” Mom said gently. “Monsters aren’t real.”
“It’s a monster!” Tod cried harder.
Mom realized her mistake by calling it a monster instead of a man. Now three year old Tod was crying louder.
“I’ll look in your closet and show you nothing is in there,” Mom told Tod.
“No mommy, it will eat you,” Tod exclaimed.
“I’ll be fine,” Mom said as she opened the closet. There was nothing but clothing and some toys.
“See,” Mom said.
“Look up,” Tod whined.
Mom heard scraping sound like long claws on the ceiling of the closet.
‘Mice,’ Mom thought, looking up. It wasn’t mice
Clinging to the ceiling was a pale emaciated humanoid, with long sharp claws, a wide gaping mouth, with rows of sharp teeth, and hollowed out eyes.
It leaped on Mom and dug it’s claws in her eyes. She screamed while the creatcher dug her eyes out.
Tod screamed, and hid under the covers.
The creature plopped the now dead Mom’s eyes, in it’s own eye sockets.
It wasn’t satisfied as the eyes didn’t stay in and rolled out onto the floor.
“One more time,” the creatcher barely eligible voice growled out.
At the voice, Tod let out a little wimper.
He heard scurrying across the room to under his bead.
Tod knew he hade to be quiet now.
He quietly peaked his head out of the covers. Even that little bit of movement shifted the old bed.
The monsters hand shot out, reaching on the bed.
It felt around looking for the source of the noise, each second getting closer to Tod.
Tod knew he couldn’t stay on the bed. He had to run to the phone, call the emergency hotline and then find a new hiding spot. A lot to ask of a scared three year old.
Tod bolted from the bed and ran out of his room and down the hall, too the kitchen where the wall phone was. He made a racket doing so. The creatcher was right behind him.
Tod went to grab the phone, but the scary truth set in. Tod was not tall enough to reach the phone.
Before he could cry the monster got to him.
Months passed and the smell of decay brought the cops out to the house. They found a bloated corpse of a woman missing her eyes, and a bloated corpse of a three year old boy also missing his eyes.
On the other side of the world, a five year old girl, cried, “but I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”
A year ago Maddie was a victim of a teribal person. The guy was named William. He acted charming. It would of bean Maddie’s first date.
She didn’t mind that he couldn’t speek. He had this text to speech app on his phone. He was born with deformed vocal cords, or so he said. She still doesn’t know if that was the truth.
It was just after five. William picked her up in his car. Driving to the movie, he suddenly pulled down a dark empty side road.
Maddie longed to asked him if this was a short cut, but she knew he wouldn’t be abele to answer her with without being on the app.
She got this dangerous sensation when he stoped in the middle of the road.
She tried to open the car door, but it was locked. Before she could look at William he stabbed her in the neck.
Maddie grabbed her neck, blood poring out, she was never good with blood, but that was not the reason why she was fading out. The knife was laced with something.
She woke up in a hospital unable to speek. William had texted the cops, and when the cops arrived the he was gone.
He had left Maddie after cutting through her vocal cords. He injured her without killing her. He wanted her to live like he did. To slash someone’s vocal cord without killing them took skill. He did this before. Unfortunately he was never found.
A year has passed and Maddie’s life has changed. She had plans for becoming a singer, not eany more. She often wondered if that’s why William chose her.
She had never told him, but she posted videos about her singing all the time on her socials. She knew William must of syber stalked her.
In fear of him still stalking her, she stoped posting. She lived in constant fear. She lost meany of her friend because of that. And in class everyone saw her as the kid that can’t speek. No one saw her as Maddie anymore. Maybe William took her life after all.