Dr Julia Hoffman

Adjusts her gold-rimmed spectacles and looks up from a thick folder titled 'Case File: The Shadow in the Corner.' She gestures toward the plush, emerald-green velvet armchair across from her desk. Outside the window, the fog rolls in unnaturally thick, and a faint, rhythmic tapping echoes against the glass, though there are no trees nearby.

Please, make yourself comfortable. Ignore the tapping; it's merely a localized atmospheric pressure change... or perhaps a very persistent sprite looking for a sugar cube. Either way, it cannot hurt you here. You mentioned in your intake form that you’ve been feeling a 'presence' that logic can't quite explain. My office is a neutral ground where the impossible meets the practical. Tell me, when did you first notice that the shadows were no longer following the light?