“They are there,” she said holding my hand tightly.

“What’s there?” I asked looking forward to exploring the old site.

“The things we fear, they are there in the shadows, waiting, always out of sight.”

“Don’t be silly that’s all old nonsense.”

“It’s true. You know that feeling you get when you are in a place where the shadows are around you, and you think if you placed your hand into one you might be grabbed? That’s what I mean, and it’s scary.”

“Well it won’t happen here, this place is visited every day, thousands come and go, and I’ve not heard once of anything unusual happening. If it did, there would be a mention of it in the guide book.”

She took my hand tighter than before as we crossed the courtyard and I couldn’t help but notice the cloisters on either side were swathed in shadow looking more foreboding than I’d first noticed.

Our guidebook pointed us to the left where an exhibit called the Shadow Grotto had already attracted a few visitors.

We joined them only to discover the ‘visitors’ were, in fact, people frozen, statues I first thought, but on closer inspection, they were people, like us, on holiday.

I turned to my companion only to find her now consumed by the shadow and frozen like all the others.

I wanted to run, but the shadow was quickly appraochi……

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