Something is living in the shadows of our house. It's formless and everywhere yet nowhere at all, a silent evil power coalescing and expanding behind a hungry curtain of darkness. If I could only show my parents but they cannot see it like I. It sometimes whispers my name and entices me to step inside the shade it occupies and eats. Sometimes I nearly do, the cruel sable barrier but a wafer-thin breath away from dwelling beyond the light in a spiritual death forever. But I stay secure, guarding my family with my light, keeping the boundaries clear, leaving a lamp on always and making sure that our ancient guest remains firmly in the deepest shadows of our house.
