Silence crept into the night and cold air swept through the sun faded curtains of an open window as Aris lay on her bed with the anticipation of seeing it again. She remembered at times when she was a child she wondered how it followed her. Then she discovered it was when light was hidden from it. At times when light could go no further, that’s when it would descend upon the cold earth.
But now, she was waiting on her grandmother’s death bed. Yes. Her grandmother had died in that bed roughly three years prior. Aris still smelled the musty scent her dead grandmother left on that yellow stained mattress. And she hated her for it. I’m glad she died worthless wench. Aris hated her grandmother, she tried to claim to be Aris’s mother, but Aris would have no part in it. Her mother and father died when she was young, leaving Aris to her grandmother.
The strict, hard-nosed Nazi that needed to be killed. But anyways, back to the waiting game. Waiting for that peculiar ghostly shadow that makes its way into Aris’s room every night. She thought of naming it. Peter pan. Hah! Like peter pans shadow… But little did she know there was more to this “shadow” than what she liked to admit.
Aris was sixteen now, living alone in the two-story barn house her Great-grandfather built many years before. There was a creepiness to the place that Aris had yet to find out, but she was too sick in the head to pay much attention to that. If it’s haunted, then maybe I will be able to talk to more than just myself… more than just the demons in my head aha! Aris was normal she thought. She didn’t find herself any different than the other teenage girls that would cut themselves. They do it for the game of attention. I do it for my friends called demons. They relieve me of my black soul.
Well here it was 11:36pm, and the shadow had yet to appear in the window like she was used to. Where the he-… her words cut short as she realized the shadow was in bed with her. Right next to her. Well, haven’t you just made yourself at home? Truth is, the shadow had become so much a part of her life, and any time without the shadow seemed odd.
She relied on the shadow to lead her, and guide her feet. She no longer controlled the shadow, and no longer the shadow stood behind her afraid of the sun. The shadow was her light, and the shadow was more than just a dark spot on the ground, it controlled her. The shadow was a representation of her life. It slowly progressed over time and slowly grew, slowly became darker, slowly became… her. And now she was here. Sleeping with this monster shadow she liked to call Peter Pan… The shadow that became her friend. Her Saviour. Her home.