Ghost
I ran toward the shadow that crossed the threshold to the living room. I was easily able to navigate the dark. It has been years for me to live in it, and it seems the shadow was too accustomed to the dark. He became one with the dark and moved like a ghost. Believe me, I know the irony of it. Crook barked at him, he was on my heels just as Fudge darted around my feet and disappeared inside the laundry room.
I made my way out, pulling down my hoodie as I came into the light in the hallway outside her apartment. I was a second late when the black shadow moved striking like a snake and kicked the back of my knee. I stumbled forward but balanced myself quick enough to block his second attack. But before I could’ve taken a look at his face he turned around and made a run for it. I lun
