The Whispering Shadows

It was the shadows that made everything feel strange. Timmy had been lying in bed, his stuffed bear tucked under his arm, when he noticed it. The shadows on the walls were shifting, even though the light from his bedside lamp hadn’t moved an inch. He tried to blink them away, but no matter how hard he focused, the shadows just kept dancing on the walls. Slowly, they began to stretch, reaching out toward him. He shivered, pulling the blanket up to his chin. They weren't just moving—they were whispering too, but the words were too quiet for him to understand. Timmy squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it was just his imagination, but when he opened them again, the shadows were still there, closer this time.