The shadow didn't turn around, but it was looking at Sam all the same. It waited for him to swing the fire poker, making no move to stop him.

The poker connected, and the figure fell sideways, clutching its side. "You think you can defeat me with that?" its voice whispered in Sam's head. "Are you even trying to defeat the real me?"

A figure identical to the one in front of Sam melted out of the shadows behind him. "Now there are two. But which is real?"