This is a story based on my own personal experience with an abandoned college dorm. I thought it was interesting enough to make into a second episode, so I hope you like it.

In my very first scary story audio, I tell a story about sentient, malevolent shadows. Stay tuned for the twist at the end... I've always been afraid of the dark. Not in the way that children are afraid of monsters under the bed, but in a way that's deeper. Something about darkness always felt wrong to me, as if it hid more than it revealed. It's not the absence of light that scares me, it's what lurks in that absence. The shadows. The spaces between. I know how that sounds. Paranoid. Delusional, even. But, I can't shake the feeling. It's been there for years, gnawing at the back of my mind like a splinter, slowly driving me mad. When I was younger, I dismissed it as an overactive imagination, the kind of thing children grow out of. After all, kids see shadows that look like monsters, and they believe in ghosts hiding in closets. I thought I'd outgrow it, but the unease never left. If anything, it got worse as I grew older. Walking down the street, I'd see shadows flicker in my peripheral vision, darting out of sight just as I turned my head. At first, I told myself it was just my mind playing tricks on me, you know, the usual things people say, tricks of the light, tired eyes, stress. But deep down, I knew it wasn't that. These shadows weren't like the ones cast by streetlights or passing cars. They weren't the normal, predictable kind of shadows we all live with, no. These were different. They moved independently, like they had minds of their own. And that's when I started to realize, maybe they did.

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