I needed answers. Who—or what—was this entity that mimicked my appearance and voice? And what did it want with my life?
Determined, I crept through the house, intent on confronting the intruder. But as I reached the hallway, the front door stood wide open, flanked by the whispering specters of doubt and dread.
The man—my shadow—was gone. Only the echo of his voice lingered, leaving more questions than answers in its wake.
