Shadow by Eric Bennett
I wake you from a dead sleep. You chase me, flashlight burning off pieces of my body which grow back when I move beyond the beam. You follow me into the kitchen but I slip like a pool of oil under your feet and out to corners of the room.
Eric Bennett is afraid of the dark.
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