Just before Lawrence came, I believe - although time is hard for me to grasp, and it may have been long before he came - I battle the shadows before the dark dark came.  Only once does this happen in The Room - unlike every other fact I may lay claim to, I am utterly certain that this only happened once.  It is beginning to become truly dark, but I know it is not dark yet, because this time I can see the shadows as they wrap around my legs and slowly, so slowly, make their way up my legs.

Perhaps I was always wrong about the shadows, perhaps they were always red, but I could never see, because of the dark, but I think not.  I think only these shadows are red and sticky and hot in this way.

This time, I can not stop freezing.  More and more, these red shadows devour me, and I can not do anything to stop it.  By the time the shadows reach my middle, the screaming begins, so much louder and more terrible that it has ever been.  I can not help but add my voice to the chorus of noise rushing through my head;  one of the shadows begins trickling out of my nose, and I feel another slide down my cheek like salt;  at the thought of these terrible new shadows moving inside of me, I redouble my cries; I hear a snap and a flooding noise, and experience a strange sensation, like I'm dropping for miles, before I slide into a darkness altogether less terribly worrisome than those which try to consume me in the dark dark.  I do not wake up until Lawrence comes for me.