The grass sways as if almost dancing melodically. The straw like grass extends for what feels like miles and miles.

I want to get out.

I need to run.

But I can’t move my legs. I start swinging my arms back and forth to try and gather up some momentum. Just as I feel my toes wiggling again, my arms stop. By my side.

I- I can’t feel anything from the neck down. My body is alone and stuck. Stuck with the grass that moves. The grass that sways. Back and forth.

Back and forth.

I go to yell. Birds squawk in the distance.

The grass. The birds. They’re free. They’re moving.

Why can’t I?

I scream again, but a ghoulish black hand covers my dry lips.

Gasp.

He’s found me.