Shadow
By George A.B
Walking down the lowly lit corridor the cracks and cuts in the shoddily built walls showed the minuscule upkeep that they had been given, the floorboards creaked like a hundred year old chair, the chills from the holes in the disintegrating doors and the shattered glass revelled by the glittering light hanging above barely hanging in its socket without risk of falling and breaking into many hundreds of tiny skin shedding pieces.
He treaded along the desolate pathway to the only door that looked to be intact, (just looked) in fact some of the door and most of the building was just a few batters too many away from collapsing into dust. Reaching into the pocket of his ragged trousers to revel a ring with two keys on it one with the number 154 on it, the same as the number on his degrading door and another with the letters E.N.D on it.
Putting the key into the rusted lock and turning, the sound of the tumblers turning creates a slight echo in a whisper like volume, but he stops abruptly.
Something seemed to latch onto his attention. Turning to look down the narrow hallway it almost looks like a shadow seems to lean in through the broken remains of the window frame. Jumping back from the lock in a fright of seeing a figure in an almost pitch black state. It was darker than just black so much so that not even the flickering showed anything it was just absorbed by it.
This figure seemed to be moving but it was not as if it was clear as day there was not even any moon or star light to confirm any suspicions after all people always tend to assume the simplest answer it's just natural what would have made more sense a mysterious monster figure crawling in through a broken remains of a window or a lonesome tree tapping against the frame in the wind without any illumination to say otherwise.
Some of the fear not all was starting to fade from mind after the chill that spiked through him from the core had gone he slowly made a step towards the shadow. As he grew closer nothing seemed to change in its appearance it still seemed to sway like an old tree would do, the only thing that was Perplexing borderline Terrifying was that there was no wind and from only a few metres away he know he should have been able to feel something.
One foot further and something happened, the blacker than night figure moved what had been revealed to be a head but there was no face just a never ending darkness. No eyes, ears, nose or mouth just the empty nothing ness it didn't seem to acknowledge him as a living thing it just seemed to fixated on him like as if he was in some dazed moment but the creaking on one of the wooded panels on the wall brought this lightless shadow back to a sense of actuality and it dashed away in an almost split second with a movement so quick it would have seemed like it was instant if not for what looked like a cloak bellow in the wind before it had withdrawn.
The memory had not yet nor would it ever dissolve from his brain, but what was the bigger question was it who or more what that was or what it why did he or it seem to be so infatuated with him? He dwelled on it as he made his way back to his door with the key still there. He turned the lock with the key and opened the door, to his horror he found absolute nothingness what used to do not exist anymore the only thing that did was the everlasting darkness of an infinite void.