A sound

A swish, A swoosh

What is it that moves in the shadows?

Come, talk to me, I implore you. There’s nothing to be scared of.

“I’m afraid if I show myself to you, it’ll be you who’ll end up being scared”

It’s alright. You can still show yourself to me, I said, a little bold

And the haunter unraveled its cloak

I stood … petrified