Shadow people.
Everywhere.
Shadow figures.
Everywhere.
I'm driving, everything is normal.
I see a flash of an
Inky shape bolt across the side of the road.
Nothing.
Nothing is there.
Wait,
What was that?
I pull over, fatigue must be the reason.
I rub my eyes,
Clearing my head of the shapes
And shadows I keep seeing everywhere.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Goosebumps start popping up on my arms.
I slowly bring my hands down
From my face.
I open my eyes.
Look over to my right,
Where I feel someone watching me.
"There's no one there"
I say to myself.
Shadow.
There's a shadow person,
Sitting in my passenger seat.
Slowly
It's
Head
Turns
To
Me.
Black.
Everything's black.