“My nightmares are becoming worse…. More… real” grandma said…
“The shadow…. Doesn’t stop at the door anymore…”
“It doesn’t just stare any more….”
“It’s… walking towards… me….”
“Smiling…..I think… He’s coming for me….”
She said this a few days before she died…
My mother told me it’s nonsense and that grandma was just crazy… so I believed her…
I believed her.. till a few weeks ago… I think the same shadow is here to get me this time…. It started with dreams turning in nightmares.. but it doesn’t stay with nightmares… I’m starting to see it… right in my eye corner…. But when I look… it’s already gone…. I’m scared to scared to say anything…. But he only smiles… smiles and stares…. When will he walk toward me… when will he get me…
(I was bored and watched a scary movie and then wanted to draw and write )

