Claire Casey









He Will Come from the Shadows

“He will come from the shadows.”

That is what my grandfather said with his final breath. That was after he whispered that innocent blood was on his hands.

Who this man was and what he had done, my grandfather never said. His breath rattled in his lungs and his life fled from him, before he had the chance to say.

I am now sitting here, in the darkness. Waiting.

I know that he is coming. Looking up, I can see him stepping out in front of me. I can’t see his eyes, but I know he has come for me.