Hamza was walking home late at night. The streets were empty, the air was cold, and the moon hid behind the clouds. The frightful thing is that as he passed an old alley, he heard whispering. “Hamza…” He froze. “Who was that?” No answer. He took a deep breath and walked faster. But then… “Hamza… I see you…” His heart pounded. He turned around-nobody was there. But then he noticed what was odd…his shadow was not moving with him. It stood still. Watching. Slowly, it waved. Hamza screamed and ran. His shadow behind him chuckled, “I’ll see you soon…”
Whispering Shadow
