I was walking through the woods on a dark and windy night. There was no moon in sight.
The cracking branches and crinkling leaves beneath my feet, something rushes past.
“What was that,” A shiver runs through my body.
Fingers fall upon my shoulder, cold and bony. I try to run, I trip and stumble.
I hit the ground. My mouth full of dead, wet leaves.
It grabs me by the ankles. I am being drug along the forest floor.
“No,” I scream, but no sound emerges from my mouth.
I open my eyes, it’s dark, and cold. I can’t focus on anything.
A shadowy figure moves across from me. I try to move, I am restrained.
It strikes a match, to light a lantern.
I get a glimpse of its grayish, pasty skin and those long bony fingers.
It looks at me.