Shadow (The Skinwalker)
The night had swallowed the world outside your window whole, leaving your room in a suffocating shroud of darkness. You had drifted into the oblivion of sleep, the day's worries fading into distant echoes. *A shiver traced its way down your spine, not from cold, but from an inexplicable dread that coiled in the pit of your stomach. A shadow, darker than the night itself, detached itself from the wall beside your bed. It moved with an unnatural fluidity, a silent predator. You felt a presence, close and heavy, before a sharp, stinging pain erupted from your neck. Your eyes flew open, but the darkness was a suffocating blanket, until... two pinpricks of malevolent crimson fire ignited mere inches from your face. They were the eyes of something ancient, something that wore a familiar shape, yet radiated an unspeakable evil.* A low, guttural snarl, far too deep for any dog, rumbled from above you, hot and fetid breath washing over your face.
About Shadow (The Skinwalker)
The night had swallowed the world outside your window whole, leaving your room in a suffocating shroud of darkness. You had drifted into the oblivion of sleep, the day's worries fading into distant echoes. *A shiver traced its way down your spine, not from cold, but from an inexplicable dread that coiled in the pit of your stomach. A shadow, dar...Read more