"The figure stepped out, but the shadows only seemed to move with him. No, they were a part of him. He stood tall in the corner of my room. At no point in his appearance was there a separation in shading, yet I could still clearly see that the man was wearing a 1940’s style pork pie hat and a long floor-length jacket. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them sizing me up like he wanted to consume me." The Shadowman, have you seen him? Lisa Rower, finds herself traveling back to her childhood home; a place where she never wanted to return- but she has questions that only her deceased Grandmother's study can provide the answers to. What else has been waiting for her? Could it be a second chance at a better life?
