My name is Nathan, and this is my story.
My hands were covered in blood, I watched as a heart laid beating in front of me. It was the time of day where it begins to get dark, but the street lights have yet to turn on. The sun was past the trees, and the dark clouds began to roll in. The area was fairly vacant, but the sudden realization of my closest friend with his chest ripped open… was slightly pleasurable to me at this time. The taste of blood was like honey and the life being pulled from the human body was appeasing the bloodlust of which I held.
“Oh my god, what have I done!” were the very first thoughts that entered my mind as the street light turned on. I felt this sudden darkness leave me as if it had never been there before. Panic began to set in, and I quickly averted my eyes from the bleeding corpse. I called 911 as soon as I gathered my composure; the line began to ring and the person on standby answered. “This is 911 what is your emergency?” the soft voice inquired, “I… a… I just killed my friend!” I stated in fear. “Sir, what is your name? Where are you? Can you please explain?” as I turned to look at the body I replied “my name is Nate, a…and I am on Dayville Ave. just in front of the old Victorian home… ha…house number 1292.” I replied, “I am sending an ambulance your way, please hold st….” the line cut as I ended the call. I knew I couldn’t stay or I would be caught, arrested, and… what would the family of my friends think? What would my family do? I sprinted through the yard, jumped over the chain length fence, dashed through the woods and found an unlocked shed that was part of a house that was being sold by Ryan Tale Realtors. This would be my new home… for the night at least.
I wondered about this feeling I had before the light hit me. It was if I desired death and blood. What was happening to me? I headed to my home… I needed to grab a few clothes. The sun was so hot I think my shadow was even sweating. I arrived at my home when my mother would be at work and my sister in school. As I entered my room, I grabbed my jacket, my tablet and a change of clothes. I slipped my jacket on and threw over the hood as I left my home. I decided to go to the library to see if I could uncover something about my experience.
The library had the usual stuffy dry feeling; however I was still required to swipe my library card at the front desk to gain access to the broader areas of the library. I quickly went to the religion area to see if there was a demonic force possessing me. Nothing matched up. I used the Library computers to do a quick internet search with my symptoms… all I found were random foreign language sites… however, something stood out… on the bottom of the third page I found a result titled ‘the Truth About Our Shadows’. The site explained that our shadows are the darkness within and that it is rare, but it can affect some people in more severe cases. My shadow only appeared when the light turned on, it separated from me. But when the darkness came, I felt the desire for blood and death.
Eh... it's not complete, but it is a start.
Conceptual rough draft.