While on my night run, I saw her sitting on a bench slumped over. She looked like she was crying with her head tucked in her legs. It was a whaling cry, something you’d hear from a mother who just lost her child. As I get closer, the whaling slowly becokes what sounds like a growl. I’m beside the distraught figure, I bend over to touch her shoulder and the skin of her face melts off. The figure turns around with maggots covering her face, old rotten bone showing through. No eyes, nose or teeth to be seen. It makes this alarming screech right before it jumps on all 4 running towards me. I run for dear life looking back and noticing it disappeared, never to be seen again.