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a whisper to himself. His mother just kept staring at him with a blank stare not saying a single word to him. From the corner of his eye, Jack could see an ominous shadow in one of the corners of the room. Nothing could have been casting it, yet there it was.
As the only idea he had at the time, he chose to grab his mother by the arm and run as fast as his legs could carry him and out the door, he went. Not knowing what else to do and after getting a reasonable distance away from the house, he stopped to think and rest. But when he looked back the shadow was back again and still following the two. His mother kept looking at it without a single emotion in her eyes and a photo in hand which she must have taken with her before leaving.
“Mum? What’s that in your hand?” Jack asked his mother. He got nothing but silence as an answer. She just kept looking at the shadow, quietly without saying a single word. Jack tried to get her away but failed. She wasn’t moving and the shadow kept coming closer… and closer… and closer…. Until finally, it was a just few feet