Moving Shadows in a Nightlight lit room

Hello. Firstly, I apologize if this get’s a bit complicated, I’m going to start off by explaining a few things that will set the scene that was my room when I was younger. I was personally afraid of the dark, kind of still am due to what I’ve seen, so I always had a Nightlight plugged into the wall next to my bedroom door that leads out into the hallway. Due to having cats that would spray everything my older sister and I had to have our bedroom doors shut all night. I used to have one of those standard “can throw everything under the bed and have a clean floor” kind of beds that was above the floor, now I have a drawer bed for good reason. One morning, back when I was younger, it was still dark outside and I had just woken up from a heavy sleep. My bed was positioned to wear my feet aimed at the door and my head, the furthest away from the door, was near the window. I had what my mother always referred to as a “Headache Pillow” which sat between me and the edge of the bed. So when you had a headache you rest your head on it at the side so the headache can go away, or just from keeping you from falling off the bed and gaining one. Well, after I had woken up, I looked around my room lazily and then noticed movement in my peripheral. I glanced over and stopped dead, wide eyed. On my headache pillow, slowly crawling kind of like a spider, was a black, shadowy, sharply pointed fingered hand moving upward towards my wall, and my regular pillows. It looked like it was reaching from underneath my bed. So I kept staring dead at it, the light from my nightlight making sure I didn’t lose sight of it until it slowly brushed itself back down under my bed. The rest of that morning I didn’t go back to sleep, and I had school that morning. I waited till I heard my father get up, but I was still too scared to call out. I knew it couldn’t have been my older sister playing a prank on me, I heard her get up that morning and my door didn’t open at all that night. I’d seen things two other times when I was younger after that, both at my bed’s footboard between the designed gapes like baseboards have. One looked like a cat’s tail slaying and flicking about, and I know our only cat wasn’t in my closed room. The other either looked like a blunted shark’s fin, or maybe a bald shadowed head, I couldn’t tell which, I just know I was on high alert every one of those nights. Now though, I’m doing pretty alright so long as I have another living being in my room with me. But I never wish to be in another room, dark or otherwise, with a bed that’s above the floor.
The image I’ve provided are quick examples as to sort of how they looked, though the hand did look more human just with pointed tipped fingers.

the building where shadows aren’t allowed

I guess we all have that one area with a creepy building and terrifying stories attached to it. Where I live it was a building where apparently shadows are not allowed, now this confused us all because everything has a shadow and it is quite mind boggling to think of a place where shadows are not allowed. I have also heard that this building use to be the hot spot for witches and satanists who do weird rituals in there.

I have been invited by a couple of friends of mine and to be brave and venture into this strange building, something for YouTube I guess, but there have been stories of other people who have been in there and came out different. When I say different I mean possessed, insane and just never again the same, but to be honest; that just made this abandoned building even more attractive to venture into.

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The Darkness That Appeared

The days were dark and gloomy, clouds were no longer white and fluffy; since that day. Especially that day. Every civilian in the town of Mender hid themselves in their homes, 24/7. Shadows roamed the streets, day by day, looking for their next human victim. I buried myself in the sheets that laid upon my bed, never leaving the warmth. The only times I left was for food, water, and to use the bathroom.

I am short on supply, I need to stock up again. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention: my name is Max Cage, I am a 24-year-old-male. I live on my own. I had a family, but The Darkness took them away from me. OH! That wretched, disgusting, evil Darkness, ate my family! I was 20 years old when this happened…you heard right. The Darkness has been here for four years straight. No one knows how it came to be. It just appeared and took the town in complete darkness. People began to be eaten by these ‘shadows.’

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