"Shadow Children" Fear (1)

[Cindy-Chen 82]

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"Good night, Jon." Dax pulled the covers over his little brother's chest. Jon was wearing his favorite pajamas again, despite the hour-long argument that flannel wasn't exactly a summer-weight fabric and the buttons were on the verge of falling off. Surrendering with a sigh, Dax walked out of the room, flipping the light switch as he went out. Not a second later, Jon's Batman night-light went out, which instantly sparked whining from the six-year-old.

"Dax, my night-light! I can't sleep without my night-light. The shadows will get me!"

Dax sighed again, silently counting the seconds until Mom and Dad would be home. It was like this every night. Jon would whine to Mom or Dad that they'd make sure his night-light was working or that the hall light was on, anything to placate Jon's irrational fear of things that weren't really lurking in the shadows, waiting to snatch him away. Only tonight, it was Dax who was left to placate him. Bad enough he had to miss out on Janie's party to babysit his little brother, but now he was also expected to cater to Jon's ridiculous fear of the dark. "I'll grab you a flashlight, Jon. Just give me a second."

It was all he could do to block out Jon's blubbering as he walked into the kitchen. He pulled out the drawer open and rummaged around. A flashlight had to be in there somewhere.

"Dax, hurry! The shadows!"

Dax found a couple of flashlights and picked one up, tapping it gently against his chin. Maybe it would be better if he did them a favor and showwed Jon that there were no such thhings as monsters under your bed, nothing at all lurking in the pitch-black night. If he let Jon cry it out just for one night, maybe the kid would grow up and stop being such a baby. Maybe then babysitting without pay and missing out the party of the year wouldn't be so bad. Dax mulled rhis over for a moment, blocking out the whimpers from down the hall. "It's just the dark, Jon. There's nothing in it that isn't in the daytime."

Jon screamed. And it wasn't one of those little-brat screams for attention. He sounded terrified. Like hi life depended on someone hearing and responding to his terriefied shriek.

Dax bolted back to the bed room and stared in shock and disbelief.

A long, dark shadow was looming over the bed. But it wasn't an ordinary shadow. It was darker than the rest of the room, and moved of its own free will. It was a creature made of shadows. It was alive. Part of it whipped forward and wrapped around Jon's ankle. Jon cried, "Help me, Dax!"

The shadow monster was pulling Jon off the bed, but Dax was frozen in place, staring at this thing that couldn't possibly exist. Jon was flailing, tears streaming dowon his cheeks. Breaking free from his trance, Dax clutched his brother's wrist, but he was hit in the chest and thrown against the wall. Pain bolted through Dax's back as he hit the wall and crumpled to the floor. He struggled to sit up again, but a tentaacle of the shadow monster stood in front of him, defying him to move. There were no eyes or mouth, but somehow Dax knew that the thing was looking at him. He swore he heard a growl, but it had no mouth, no substance. The shadow monster lurched back and ripped Dax's brother free of his covers.

Dax ran forward and grabbed Jon by the ankle. They both flew through the air and into the closet. The door slammed shut, sealing them in pitch black.

A sound caught his attention, like a large amount of sand falling through a grainy hourglass. Dax looked down. The floor was moving. It swirled around his feet; the sandlike substance of what had once been a wood floor crashed over the toe of his sock in small, black waves.

[Detective Rohit 38]

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