I am not the Slender Man,
Or the Pale Man,
Or the Tall Man.
I am not a Wendigo,
Or the Chupacabra.
I am the one you ignore on the streets.
The one you will never see coming.
The trick-or-treater at your door.
The crooked old woman trudging behind you down a narrow alley.
The smudged girl playing hopscotch on a darkened sidewalk.
The watcher in your backyard, peeping through a window.
A champion for those you damaged.
The Sleek Shadow you should fear.
The Masked Silhouette.
My reach is far—my fingers long.
I am coming for you.
Look behind you,
Or over your shoulder,
Or in your backyard,
And be afraid.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I took a photo of my shadow at midnight. It was freaky and inspired the micro-fiction, Beware the Shadow.
Growing up, my family moved around—a lot. I attended a total of nine schools-in six cities-in four states before my first year of college. My first attempts at writing became a series of short stories inspired by the antics involved in making those numerous moves—from north to south and east to west—with my oddball family. Two local newspapers picked them up; running one story per month in a humorous memoirs column for a couple of years and that had me hooked. I continued to write, entering contests and submitting stories to a popular local news blog. Most recently, I have completed my first book, a compilation of letters to my sister-in-law describing my first year as a new-hire flight attendant in Boston called, "Dear Melinda, How I Met Your Brother." Now the hard part, finding a publisher. I have two children (now in their 30's) and reside in North Texas with three rescue dogs and a WFH job as an environmental compliance manager. I am continuing to write part two of my book, Dear Melinda, How I Married Your Brother. You can read more of my work on my website - Lisa H. Owens.