Running
(A Tale from beyond the grave)
I'd
been running for what felt like hours yet, as I glanced over my
shoulder, they were still following me. I'd gone further and deeper
into the woods than ever before, occasionally veering off the path
but the figure always seemed to be the exact same distance behind me.
Stumbling
as I glanced back I rolled a couple of times before scrambling back
to my feet, sure that the figure would be virtually on top of me, but
they weren't, the gap between them and me stayed the same.
Spying
a narrow, partially overgrown, path to my left I quickly veered along
it and darted behind a fallen tree. Crouching down I tried to get my
breath, before cautiously glancing over the top of it. The figure was no
longer there, they were gone, it was like they had vanished into thin
air. Raising myself up a little more I double-checked, just to be
sure but there was definitely no sign of them.
Slowly
my breathing returned to normal and I felt a smile forming on my
lips, a smile that became a full-blown hysterical laugh, a laugh that
was suddenly cut short by the razor-edged blade slicing clean through
my neck.
©JSMorbius
3 comments:
Whoa! Very creepy. Excellent use of so few words.
Holy shit! That was a chilling piece, especially at the ending of the snippet. Very good!
Oh my goodness, that gave me the chills, it really did!! Fantastic work, Julez!
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