patapon on 17 October 2009
Once upon a time, I was walking through some city streets when I saw a black figure out of the corner of my eye. The time must've been 1 or 2 AM and the place was pitch black except for the dim light radiating from some street lamps. I was scared. Immediately, I ran for dear life! But the faster I ran, the faster the figure ran. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see this dark person follow every move I made!
Tragically, after about fifteen seconds of running, I tripped on a street corner under a light. My face hit hard cement and I knew I was finished. Bracing for whatever was to happen next, I simply waited... But nothing occurred...
I finally built up the nerve to turn around and face whatever was there... it was my shadow
