Shadow

She would wake up every night, screaming in agony.

She would spend every wakeful moment of her days looking back with fearful, agitated eyes and he would be there, smiling with blood stained teeth. She would draw the curtains to shower and he would stare at each vulnerable part of her skin with sadistic pleasure by pulling the curtains apart. She would sit to eat and he would curl up next to her, only to chew remains of animals in front of her. His fork like tongue would often flick around to lick her, savour her and devour her, inch by inch, while she pretended to sleep. His yellowed fingers would caress her hair and he would often stay up late at night, to make up plans to wipe her existence out from the world. She would run out in the hollow woods, in a desperate attempt to flee. He would chase her, like a bloodhound, with a wicked knife in his hand, screaming her name.
When she couldn't run anymore, he would walk up to her, brush his lips against her cheeks and whisper in her ear, ' Your nightmares follow you forever, like a shadow.'

And the knife would slash her chest and leave her writhing in pain, drowning in her own blood, until the menacing woods closed in upon her and the sky turned black.