The Haunting

A shadow grips the world. Evil rules. Hope has fled. Despair remains.
 
Something else comes. It too is a shadow, yet somehow the shadow that grips the world is moved by it. It is guised as shadow, but only to those who do not look deep. Within that guise can be seen a universe of light, shining against the darkness. This something is not a creature of darkness, it is something else.
 
It drifts through the world, it's passing hidden by night. It seeks, something. It listens, trying to understand. It tries to speak but can be heard only as the creepiest of feedback wailing on radios and phones. Contact is fleeting, as it follows the night. The world appears haunted, as if by a ghost.