A splinter in your eye?
You look around, but the darkness remains fixed in one location. “What is that?” A void floating in open day light, the shape of a man. You blink, then He’s gone, disappeared. “What the hell?” You rub your eyes. “Am I having vision problems?”
Where does the Shadow Man go? He travels from mind to mind, brain to brain, human to human. He walks faster than the speed of light, steps ahead of all your thoughts and dreams. He came in through the back door. He’s the curious type, lifting up stacks of mail and catalogues, peaking behind open doors, and snooping through closets. The Shadow Man is on the hunt for your secrets. And before you’re aware of it, He’s come and gone, taking with Him photos and memories of your dirty laundry. Of the assets you cherish. And a firm understanding of your desires. He copies your dreams and stores them, who knows where.
The Shadow Man is a mind-explorer. He’s looking out for uniqueness, individuality, and specialty. Which dark secrets can you offer the Shadow Man? Will He like what He sees, through you? Will He stay, for long, or for longer than the blink of your eye? Sometimes you can catch the Shadow Man in the act. You turn around, randomly, and come face-to-face with Him in your own mind. “How the hell did you get in here!?” You shout within your own mind, at somebody you’ve never met before. How many people have entered your mind before, after all? Is this the first, you wonder?
But the Shadow Man does not answer. He just stands there, silently, blackly, voidly, a mental shadow. He walks, slowly this time, within your mind while you watch, and continues rummaging around. Perhaps He wants to be seen otherwise why would he move so slowly, enough for your mind to track him? “Stop that, you can’t be in here! I don’t know how you got in, but you have to leave, now! This is my mind! You can’t trespass here!” Perhaps the Shadow Man smiles wryly at your impotent aggrevation. You can’t really tell since He has no face nor body but just the form of the shadow of a man. And then He takes something from one of your mental drawers, and slowly walks away. “What is that, what are you taking?! Put that back! Help! Somebody help!” The Shadow Man exits your mind.
How does it feel for your mind to be invaded, walked into, so easily? It’s never happened before? Was this the first time? It was the first time you caught Him, but probably not the first time He visited. Is He malevolent, a danger, a threat? Is He a boon? What are His motivations? Does He return what He takes? Is He a simple thief? All questions with no answers. And who would believe you? You ask others about the Shadow Man, and they think you’re crazy. Maybe they too are being visited, but, haven’t caught Him in the act? Has anybody else? Does anybody else interact with Shadow Man?