Shadows
They appear like barely visible dark shadows jumping around the room taunting you, shape-shifting. Depicting your biggest phobias and darkest nightmares. Whispering threats in deep scratching voices inside your ear, sending fear crawling around your brain. They promise they will bring macabre violence to those you love while you watch. You can blind yourself to them, ignore their existence to feel safe when you sleep at night. Those are the people they like to trap, people who think they are just “ghost stories.” They wait for you to feel safe, then start messing with your mind. They drive you paranoid to the point of insanity.
It’s all a game to them, and you become their favorite toy. They eventually get bored with you, but instead of moving on, they destroy you. They stand over your bed while you sleep and rip out your spirit from your chest. The process is clean, without blood or gore, but the sound is ghastly. It sounds like hundreds of victims dying an agonizing death. When they are complete your soul joins their ranks. Much like how a plump grape becomes a dry raisin, your body becomes a shriveled shell, stripped of everything it had once been.