As she rounded the corner, the face remained, following her. Strings of spit clung to the razor-sharp teeth grinning at her. Clouds of its breath fogged the window. She stared in pure terror as it raised its gnarled, filthy fingers and tapped it’s long, dirt covered fingernails against the glass.

Do you not see that?”

Aaron’s voice was tight and the air felt heavy as he tried to breathe.

“Tell me that you see that is the guy that was in here with me. The guy who ordered our shots. Tell me that you see that.”

His hands quivered as he yanked the bartender from the floor and pushed him against the bar.

“Dammit! Tell me what you see!”

The bartender backed away from Aaron. “Dude, it’s just a photo of a shitty cover band. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m calling you a cab. Just sit right there.”

The face of the shadow was inches from mine. A deep, rotten stench wafted from its mouth, and the sticky goo that held me to the ground strung between its lips. The goo dripped slowly onto my face as its hot, damp breath pulsed against my skin. A long, split end tongue unfurled from its mouth and roughly licked my cheek. I shuddered under its touch.