Shadows of the Past

They hide in the shadows..

“Tell me about the warehouse, Carl.”
“I don't want to go there,” Carl whispered.
“Why?”
“The shadows.”
Sam could feel something crawling around inside him, a thing dark and oily, responding to Carl’s terror. He recalled the solitude of the warehouse. The thoughts that went through his mind upon entering its shadowy interior.
He who walks between the rows.
Carl pointed a shaking finger at the building behind them. Among the pedestrians moving in and out through the seven revolving doors, Sam caught a glimpse of something dark. A shadowy figure, seen for a brief moment, then gone as quickly as it appeared.
“The shadows,” Carl whispered with a shaky voice.
“What's in the shadows?” Sam's throat was constricted and he struggled to get the words out, “tell me, Carl, what do you see in the shadows?”
“Ssssshhhhh.” Carl put his finger to his lips. He whispered, “don't let it hear you.”

An ancient ceremonial dagger has a disturbing effect on any who come into contact with it. Contained within the blade is the spirit of a primordial god who once ruled a young planet. Seeking a return to its former glory it searches for the only one who can release it from its prison of the past. A brain damaged four year old whose fathomless black eyes hold a disturbing secret.

It will do anything to possess this child. But first it will have to go through the boy's father who is struggling with his own shadows of the past as he teeters on the brink of a terrifying decision.