"Demons," You tell yourself. "I'm in hell. I'm in hell with demons." The Shadow stared at you. Or maybe it was just a normal shadow. You never really knew. But they were there. You knew that much.

Weeks earlier, you had encountered a strange prophet. A soothsayer, with robes that looked straight out of either Ancient Greece or a monk's wardrobe. He had told you that he'd give you your prophecy, your destiny... for a price. After paying him, he had pulled out a dim crystal ball. He had stared so intently into it that you were damn near sure his eyes were going to fall right into it. Then, he had gasped, falled to the floor, and shouted, "Evil! Evil! Darkness follows you! Get out! Get oooouuuuuttt!!"

Since then, you had been followed by your Shadows. No, not your shadow. Living Shadows. Monsters. Strange things that moved unbidden by any object blocking the light. They took on horrifying forms, things that looked like they could murder you with a glance. Yet they stayed glued to the walls, ceilings, and floors. Always two dimensional, always just shadows, nothing else. Always harmless, even for their horrifying visage.

Until someone died.

You had been so angry, so full of rage towards this random person that had only shoved you for making them drop their drink. The Shadows had crept closer, closer... until they had pounced, enveloping him in darkness and forcing apart his body at the very fabric of his existence, effectively removing him from... well, everything. It was terrifying.

And now. You were alone in your room, the Shadows dancing like the last vestiges of horrifying monsters from a place you couldn't begin to fathom. Your bed offered no comfort, as their forms simply slid over that as well. "I'm going insane..." You said under your breath, watching they slid over you, around you, through you. You felt them growing off of you, feeding off of your emotions and mind.