Andre was glad the school day was over. He ran to the subway, down Eastern Parkway and to his house, went straight to him room, shut the door, flopped onto the bed and began to sob.
“Wah yuh crying fah?” A male voice said, Andre sat up and looked around his room,
“Who dey?” he said and for a second there was silence,
“Big boi don cry, yuh have to be brave,” the voice said again. Andre reached under his bed and picked up the cricket bat he kept under there.
“Show yuh face nah,” He shouted, but there was no response. He got up and walked to his door, opened it and peeped out into the hallway. There was no one there. He crept into the kitchen, holding the bat above his head ready to strike. He checked the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom, but found no one. He went back to his room and flopped down onto the bed.
“I go help you fight off de bully and dem,” the voice said again, Andre sat up and looked around and saw no one but his shadow on the bed next to him. He lay back down cursing to himself,
“Boi, I tell yuh I could help yuh, yuh know, sit up like a man and talk to me.” Andre sat up, tears rolled down his face. He looked around the room,
“Boi, I is rite nex to yuh,” the voice said, Andre looked at his shadow, there was a white hole whenever it spoke.
“Who is you?” Andre asked, his whole body shaking.
“Now you getting it, is me right here, is yuh going talk to me, or yuh go sit dey like a dummy?” Andre threw the bat and it bounced off the bed, flew into the air, landed on the dresser knocking everything off of it.
“No need to attack me, I is you friend, I is here to help you boi,” the shadow said, his words echoed in the small room,
“Who is you, Jab Jab? Andre asked, his heart pounding, his mouth going dry. The shadow’s form intermingled with the shadow of a tree outside the window,
“I is no evil spirit, I is here to make sure dat yuh is O K,” the shadow said sitting on the bed next to Andre. He cowered away, curling up into the fetal position in the corner of the bed,
“Leave me alone jab Jab, I is good Catholic boi,” he whimpered. The Shadow seemed to reach out to touch him, but Andre swung his hand and the shadow disappeared. Andre sat there, beads of sweat rolled down his body, his heartbeat one long moan. He sat there until he heard the iron gate as his mother walked into the hallway, then the creak of the wooden door as she opened his bedroom door and turned the light on,