[ WP ] A man suddenly gains the ability to talk to his shadow . As they converse , it becomes apparent the shadow is real and the man is what the shadow casts .

If he could have chosen a time and place it would've been hell, and a thousand years later. Allen was not a man that strange things happened to. He had a family, a job and a car. What he did n't have, as he would soon find out, was a shadow. In fact he was the only man whom a shadow had. It started with a word, a word which had no rightful place in Allen's world when it was uttered. When alone at night, hello is not exactly a word you want to hear, especially not when you know there's no one there to say it. Allen was home alone, his wife and children off visiting their cousins while he worked the weekend. His room was pitch black, the shades were drawn to block the flickering street lamp across the street, the door was closed and the light was off. Allen could scarcely see the hand he pinched his arm with to check if he was still awake. The pinch stung, but the pierce of shattering silence stung somewhat more seriously. `` Hello Allen.''
