Sam was quiet, unassuming man from nature. He never spoke louder than was necessary rarely used gestures for reinforcing a message and barely looked up from his book that change every so often. He liked plain things and clockworked schedule. Order and quiet were his two favourite things on Earth.
What he did not like and was quite paranoid about it were nightly shadows. those unwelcome guests that started slowly sliding down the carpet when the sun begun to set. Those tiny greyish shapes that crawled up the walls in reading chambers of the ancient library he frequented.
Shadows scared him, made him feel uneasy and watched. They seemed alive. And that was way too much for a quiet bookworm.
And the really scary part was yet to begin…