_Not Again_

_Running. Panting. Screaming. Laughter. I need to escape. I need to run faster! I can feel IT’s breath hanging on my heels. If only i can find a way to slip around a corner or melt into the shadows and let IT slip by. An other worldly raspy, cackle splits my awareness like an axe through dry wood. IT is toying with me! I can’t think. I can’t escape. Then it happens; as if IT could sen...