No. 1 Shadow was the name of the developer’s dog. He was huge, black and looked more like a bear than a dog. Shadow followed his master everywhere, he was always at his side at rest; and four or five steps behind when they walked. He never walked by Jack’s side, only behind, like a geisha.
No. 2 I saw the shadow on the building next door. The wind was blowing hard and the shadow was immobile. My room was dark, and the shutters were closed,; slats open enough to see it, sitting on the porch. The shadow seemed to be staring at my window. I could see it plainly when a car from the main road passed; wind carrying its headlights to the shadow, unmoving, menacing.
No. 3 Our room was dark. We were staying at a tidy bed and breakfast. I was in that first twilight of sleep before REM when I saw the shadow of a woman’s head in the mirror, only the head, eyes closed, hair in tangles. I tried to get up, but sleep possessed me and held firm to my body, pressing me into the soft mattress. My limbs were cast in concrete. Opening my mouth, words were unproductive; an impotent scream had been formed when they found me.
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