Never Touch The Shadows

My story takes place at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. As for a little back story to the house, it was built in 1943 in an old neighborhood. The house was one floor, and had three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, a porch, and a gigantic backyard. The three rooms were located down a long narrow hallway, which always creeped me out. My Grandparents room was at the very end, and my room (which later became the laundry/guest room) was right across from it. Then was Nikki's room (My older cousin, who is 11 years older than me) which was across from the bathroom. At the start of the hall was the living room, and in the front was the kitchen.

At the time I was about 4 years of age (I'm 14 now) so I was afraid of the dark. In the middle of the night I had to use the restroom, so I grabbed my Disney princess flashlight out of my toy bin and headed down the hall. I got shivers from the AC my Grandma had turned on. I finished my buissness and proceded to turn off the bathroom light, and click my flashlight on. I was right at the door frame was something caught my eye. It was blacker than the pitch black of the house already, and it stood out. Not possibly the mistake of something shining off of anything, or a trick of positions, I saw the shadow of a person at the end of the hall. The exact end that my room was at. I was frozen with fear for what was most likely a few seconds, but felt like enternity. It started to fade and I made a run for my room. As I passed the spot in which the thing was a few seconds before, I felt something grab my arm. I tripped over a toy as I panicked and jumped into bed, throwing the covers over my head. That's the last time I get up in the middle of night!

Lesson for everyone out there who may be reading this, and is sane enough to believe me, never touch the shadows...