[WP] Shadows of the past surround you. You've always had the ability to see little snippets of past events. Today, you witnessed a murder that must have happened decades ago. But this event is different. The murderer seems to recognise your presence, and begins to stalk you.

[author's note: If I maybe so bold as to suggest this as an optional soundtrack on repeat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDVtMYqUAyw]

It happened again. Dear Lord, I had hoped it was the fatigue. I am so tired. Sleep. Hmmm.. Sleep.

Ermh What?! NO! Get a grip. That thing is still here.

Yes quite. Okay. So it happened again. I saw some very odd shadows. Not as if shadows are any way somehow very simple. Argh! Babbling, tangents! Focus. So very sleepy. Shadows. Right. I saw them twirling and shimmering in the corner of my eye. It caught my attention. I turned and it sort of faded away. Like at night when you are trying to see with your low light vision -- you need to look just next to the thing you want to see. Night. Yes um, right. But except this was in broad daylight. Well as broad as you can call a shady autumn morning in this part of the world. I've always loved autumn mornings. The smell of the wet foliage on the pavement.

Huh? Sorry yes. Focus. It's kind of hard. Haven't slept in a while now.

How long? Not sure. Lost count. According to things I found online I am probably straying quite far from sanity by now, so I don't know how much you can trust my memories. Yes, I read that the first few nights should be like being super wasted on booze except it misses all the fun stuff. So yea-- yes focus. Right, sir.

The shadows. They were flickering. I thought I must've imagined it so I turned my head back and was going to continue walking. It was a bit chilly so I didn't want to be too late for the date. But then the shadows flickered again which caused me to turn again. Except. This time they didn't go away. I saw like one of those old film negatives, on the ground, a lady in a pool of solid white. It was odd that. The way it twisted the light. As I took a few steps towards it I felt a cold sting in my feet. I looked down and saw small tendrils of shadows coming at my feet like sentient smoke. I stepped back and turned to run. I missed the date. I ran.

After a fitful night I was out getting coffee. Yeah actually, I could use some right now if you don't mind. Yeah. Double or triple, whatever you can find that's the strongest. Sure, sir, thanks.

Yeah. The night. Was awful. Kept getting flashbacks to seeing that poor woman in that weird inverted shadow. Went to get coffee to clear my head. On the stairs upto the floor of my favorite coffee shop I saw the flicker in the corner of my eyes again.

Jesus, it still sends nasty shivers down my back I swear! But there it was. Plain as for all to see except none seemed to react to it 'cept me. Oh Lord. The innocent babe. So small. Oh God, why did you have to show me that.

It was not a still picture. I saw it. I saw the final moments. That godforsaken bastard did awful things to that poor child. I could only imagine the cries that screaming mute image was supposed to let out. But there was none. Abhorrent silence in the corridor full of people. I faltered and almost cried aloud. I had tears streaming down my cheeks looking at the death throes of innocense snuffed.

But... then he turned over his shoulder.
He.
Saw.
Me.

I couldn't contain myself as I screamed and ran to downstairs to get away from this, whatever it was. This monster. This thing of nightmares. This impossible conjuration of bad thoughts. It cannot be. It must not be.

I put it down to delusions caused by the lack of sleep. But there was no remedy. I dare not keep my eyes open and I dare not close them either if that shadow was looming nearby. Who knew what that thing could do. I remembered vividly how those shadowy tendrils had aimed for my feet and it had felt cold.

Brrrr. Shivers of death running down my spine, I tell you what.

Spine. Spine.... Ripped spine.. oh Lord that last one. Please help me erase these memories. I cannot sleep. I cannot live with these images.

After the coffee shop staircase the images started haunting my moves more and more. Always the same face. Always the same stare into my soul. Always more brutal and sadistic displays of torture. As if it was trying to break my will or show prowess in its skill of mutilating the victims in new ways. Please Lord. PLEASE.

Sir, please. Please give me something to forget. Make the eyes go away. Make the children whole. Make their cries turn into laughs. Please. I cannot. He follows.

He follows.

He. Follows.

HE FOLLOWS. PLEASE LORD. PLEASE TAKE THIS LIFE. PLEASE. HE FOLLOWS.

HE FOLLOWS

HE FOLLOWS.

please, please, please, please, make it stop

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