My name is Mr Shadow.
We have only just met but you’ve known me all your life.
I was the menace lurking under your bed that your mother swore wasn’t there. I was the car that followed behind you just a few junctions more than was comfortable late at night.
You’ve read about me next to gossip columns, overheard me discussed in whispers. I’m the reason you always double check the backdoor is locked before heading to bed.
You saw the alleyway, knew it was the sort of place I might live but you took the shortcut anyway. You saw me coming but it was already too late. And so here we are, face to face at last. Now give me your fucking money. Scream and I’ll cut you.
Title image courtesy markhillary