One of the shadowy corners of the closet, unfortunately, contained more than just an ordinary shadow. The darkness shifted, seeming somehow to grow darker and thicker still, focusing on the light and warmth the two young men had brought into the small area.

The phantasm reached toward them, a tendril of blackest midnight stretching beneath the shelves and clutter toward the closest one, the taller one who seemed less alert to danger. All it intended was the lightest of brushes against an ankle: enough to encourage him to stay, to sit, to come within easier reach.

[tiassa - y halo thar ♥]