There was a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye, something had stirred in the shadows of the hallway. Something blacker than the unlit corridor. A silhouette in the umbra. A shadow within the shadows, formless and lithe and moving on its own power. I moved, followed it down the walkway and up the stairs. There, at the end of the hall, the shadow man faced me.
I turned on the balls of my feet, and expertly it matched my movement. I stalked in, fear pushing me forward in the desperate animal need to destroy all that I don’t understand. Because I fear what I don’t understand. And I don’t understand shadow folk tiptoeing around in my house. I don’t understand why they’re here and fear their dark and willful intentions. I step in and try to weigh my foe, I try to gauge his fight potential with a skillful glance. His shoulders are as wide as mine, his legs and arms easily as