posted on Nov, 18 2015 @ 07:26 AM
One day not to long ago, I was walking down the street when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a shadowy figure. I
turned to look at it more directly and it disappeared. Onward I went, plodding forward up the steep incline, turning to look behind me as I gathered
momentum, I saw it again, the shadowy figure was right behind me, momentarily, then just like that, poof again.
This was beginning to become unnerving and caused me to become anxious and my pace began to churn quicker. I could not let this creepy, shadowy
apparition catch up to me. My old feet carried me faster, willing me up the hill, eyes beckoning to and fro, leave me alone, please!
I got to the apex of the hill and started my descent, whew, looking behind me the thing had stopped it's assault, finally. No sign of it anymore. I
could rest easy. What? Now the damn thing was ahead of me, daring me to follow it. The nerve of this creep. Well, I'll show you, creepy, shadowy,
sneaky jerk...I stared it down and let the decline help me speed up after it...the faster I went the faster it went...just out of my reach.
It was really starting to tick me off now, as I picked up speed, I stumbled and fell, rolled down the damn hill and came to a crashing stop. I felt
the pain shooting out of my legs and hips and ankles and feet, this is what I get for going out to exercise...a shadow taunting me and a trip to the
Stupid shadow. How dare you follow me and then dare me to run after you. You suck...creepy, shadowy, jerky moron.
As I was sitting in the hospital room, waiting for the cast on my leg, I felt it staring at me again. Seriously? Haven't you done enough damage for
one day Mr. Shadowy Thing? It mocked me, now. Poor little baby got a booboo. Boohoo. WOW!
When the doctor came in, there was a shock to see, another shadowy thingamajig was right behind him, too. What the hell? I asked the doctor if he
knew the shadow thing was following him? The doctor told me I was seeing things. Most likely from the nasty fall. I did hit my head too. I had
something called a subdural hematoma, a bruise on my brain, that must be causing me to see things.
No, I explained, that shadow thing was the reason for the fall...it was there before the bruise to the noggin. The doctor asked me if this happened
often, the shadow problem? I said I felt it's presence before, but it was different today. Today, it was overtly insistent on causing me to
acknowledge it. Before, it would just show up every once in a while and then be gone, today it was following me and then forcing me to chase it.
Now it was playing tricks on me by hiding behind the doctor. When the doctor turned to look, it ducked...what a sneaky shadow, I do not see it the
doctor said it must all be in your head. Just calm down now, I am going to sedate you while we reset the bone in your leg. Great! At least now I
won't have to see that stupid shadowy thing for a bit.
Nothing like a broken leg to get your mind off of stupid shadow sticks. Off to sleep I went, knocked out and calmed down. Waking up was a different
matter, the straps around my wrists were tight and restraining me, the cast on my leg was heavy and constricting and over in the corner the shadow
thing was snickering and rolling it's eyes at me.
Where the heck was I now? It seems the doctor had some mild concerns about my seeing things and decided a 72 hour "Psyche Eval" was in order, they
needed to restrain me to keep me from hurting myself, again. I understood, but could they ask the shadow thing to get the hell out? Upon hearing
this exclamation the shadow hurled itself onto the ceiling and latched on tight, I am not going anywhere, this is too much fun!
Oh well, can't beat 'em, join 'em.