Looking Through You

Is there an evil presence lurking here or is it all in his head? I wake up screaming. The room is dark except for a single spindle of light that stretches from the doorway of the bedroom across the hall, slicing through the darkness, taunting me. Shadows of things harmless in the daylight now seem to dance in the gloom and become stretched and contorted, almost evil. crazy,ghost,ghost stories,ghosts