I’m running and running, my breath is shaking by the second.
I have to stay alive.
I don’t know what it is, but it’s chasing me, and I know it wants to kill me. I run past trees, cars, everything. I can’t stop running.
I’m going to die.
I know it’s getting closer, I can hear its footsteps getting louder. Tears are running down my face as I push myself to keep going. It’s going to get me. I keep...