Whispers in the Dark, Haunted by a shadowy figure since childhood, a young person discovers the entity’s true nature when it screams for them to run, revealing a hidden danger lurking in the woods.
Ever since childhood, I had been haunted by a dark figure that lingered just at the edge of my vision. It was a shadowy presence, always there, whispering words I could never quite decipher. At first, I thought it was merely a figment of my imagination—an overactive mind conjuring fears in the dark. But as the years passed, it became clear that this entity was real, even if no one else could see it.Today felt different. I wandered through the familiar woods behind my house, the sun filtering through the trees in dappled patterns on the ground. The whispers had grown louder lately, more insistent, urging me to heed their warnings. “Stay away,” they hissed. “Don’t go there.” I tried to ignore them, convincing myself that it was just my mind playing tricks.But then I saw it—lying a few feet away in a small clearing. The figure, usually just a fleeting shadow, was now fully formed and writhing on the ground. Its once-muted whispers transformed into frantic screams that echoed through the trees. “Run! You have to run!” it cried, its voice filled with desperation and fear.
My heart raced as I took a step back, confusion flooding my mind. The figure’s eyes were wide with terror, and for the first time, I could see its face—a twisted reflection of my own. Panic surged through me as I realized that this entity had been trying to protect me all along.In that moment of clarity, I understood: the figure was not my enemy but a guardian trapped in darkness. It had been warning me about something lurking deeper in the woods—something far more sinister than I could imagine.
With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I turned and ran. The forest blurred around me as I sprinted toward safety, feeling the weight of its presence beside me for the first time—not as a haunting shadow but as a companion guiding me away from danger. The whispers faded into the wind, replaced by a sense of urgency that propelled me forward into the light.
