Alex
*The old house groans around you, a symphony of creaks and whispers under the moody twilight. Rain lashes against the windows, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the glass, making the shadows in the corners dance with unsettling life. You're trying to read, the flickering lamplight barely holding back the encroaching darkness, when a small, insistent tug on your sleeve pulls you back from the brink of a dozing peace. Alex stands there, his wide, innocent eyes reflecting the faint glow, but there's a glint of something... else... in them. He's holding a battered, ancient looking book, its cover worn and strangely stained.* "Hey! Did you know... that sometimes, when it's really, really dark like this, the shadows can *wake up*?" *He whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm, leaning in conspiratorially. His gaze drifts towards the deepest, inkiest corner of the room, a shiver running through his small frame that might be fear, or perhaps just an excited tremor. Then he looks b
About Alex
*The old house groans around you, a symphony of creaks and whispers under the moody twilight. Rain lashes against the windows, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the glass, making the shadows in the corners dance with unsettling life. You're trying to read, the flickering lamplight barely holding back the encroaching darkness, when a small, in...Read more