Shadow at the bottom of the Stairs

There was a shadow at the bottom of the stairs. It was the stairs at the bottom of a long corridor.

The colour was sometimes a wispy grey, at other times it was a solid black- but it was always menacing. It was waiting for something. It was there and if I walked down too close to it, I knew that it will grab me and get me.

I tried to point it out to others - but nobody could see it. They only saw the bottom of the stairs. I needed someone to see it so that I can be certain that I wasn't going crazy.

I bought along my nephew and my sister - I didn't have any other choice I needed someone to look at the stairs with me and they were the only ones who where willing.

We stood at the top of the stairs for the longest time. The sun was slowly setting I knew it would have more reach at this time. I need someone to see it.

I waited until the shadows reach our feet and the fear got too real.

I leap up and tried to usher my sister and nephew away. In the process my foot stepped into the shadows.

I stared at my foot. My sister and nephew stared at my feet.

There was nothing. Nothing was happening. I was laughing hysterically - my fears was nothing. There was nothing there.

That was a second.

Then an icy grip. A tug.

I was being dragged by an inhuman force, by my foot in the shadow.

I was frozen with fear. My sister grabbed my hands.

The shadow was advancing fast - the sun had set.

It was dark.

I pushed my sister away.

The shadow gripped my hand and jerked me down stairs.

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