Night turning

Night turning

Night turning.

For three weeks now, the dark man has been following me.
As soon as I wake up, He is waiting beside my bed.
Sometimes, He has large horns protruding from the side of his head, while other times He has spikes thrusting out of his shoulders.
My assumption is that He is a rogue shadow, one that has been created artificially by an area with constant darkness, possibly from my basement. He tries to imitate my shape so that he can attach himself to me. This has not worked yet, and after hours of tireless research, I have found that this process is very unlikely, and will only occur if I undergo extreme amounts of mental and physical trauma.

One day, as I return home after a tiresome time as work, I notice that He has formed himself into my exact silhouette, only missing my left arm. I stare at Him in confusion and fear, hoping that this is not close enough to attach to me.
After waiting five minutes for something to happen for, I continue towards my train which appears to be arriving in half an hour.
As I stand near the tracks, I feel a tugging on my sleeve. Looking down, I see that He is grabbing at my arm. For attention? No.
As I stare in horror, He continues to pull at my arm. I am unable to wrench it back as he tightens his grip around my wrist. After a few minutes of this, my right arm has been detached from my body, and is lying on the ground, creating a crimson shadow of its own.
I hear Him inside my head now, tearing at my current shadow, fighting for dominance.
I collapse onto the ground, and my fading vision reveals a growing crowd of people around me.
I feel Him pulling me up now, forcing me to stand and smile. Even though my body is dying, He’ll use it for a while longer.