You see them at the edges of your vision. Those shapes, those shadows that form nightmare figures, long limbs and malformed heads.
What are they, you wonder. What do they want?
They come when the night falls, when the lights dim, and the air grows cold.
One is named Shelly, another Rebecca, and the last, Alice.
You know those names.
You know what you did to them.
Their rage cuts through the veil of death. Those shadows you see are but a shadow of the rage they feel and the pain you’ll suffer.
The veil is weakening and they’re coming.