There is a world that exists within our world. It is the world of shadow. A realm where anything is possible, a world where nothing is as it seems, a world that few have ever seen and returned to tell the tale.
In this world new kinds of monsters are born, the likes of which have never been seen by human eyes, new kinds of terror exist and new fears are discovered.
Sometimes this world crosses into our own, it is then that we get our first glimpses of it, such as when gooseflesh crawls up you arm or when the hair stands up on the back of your neck. It is when you feel you are not alone in the room or that you are being watched, when you are afraid to enter the dark cellar alone or refuse to keep the closet door open when you go to bed for the night.
It is in the darkness, the shade and the shadows that this realm takes shape and form, reaching out and calling to us in an everlasting attempt to ensnare us, to tempt us and claim us for their own.
Some have entered this world and been touched by it. Some of those have come back to tell the tale and some have not. These are their stories.
So come take my hand and let me take you in the realm of shadow, just for a little while.