It follows me wherever I go, morphing to mimic my movements. But if you look close, you see the horns on the shape. I do not have horns.

If you look closely, you’ll see the red dots the creature has for eyes. My eyes aren’t red, a shadow shouldn’t have eyes.

At night, my shadow stands at the foot of my bed while I lay, restless and sweating. Sometimes it paces to and fro. Sometimes it violently beats against the bedroom walls.

“Why don’t you go away?” I jump in bed and yell at the shadow, who turns and gives me a toothy grin. Shadows shouldn’t have teeth.

“I’m your shadow, friend. From the beginning of time, mankind has always had a shadow at their back- a darker side- if you will,” the shadow replies, it’s voice raspy and dry.

“I don’t need a darker side. You’ve ruined my life,” I pause. “If you’re a shadow, how come I’m the only one who sees you?”

“Because I’m the shadow of your demons, my friend.”