You were walking. It was dark. Your feet were bare and the sky was black; but you didn't care. It was a daze, you were in a state between awake and asleep.
Lost. Alone.
The woods were ominous at night, but leaves didn't scare you. Something else did.
Scream. Silence.
In the distance. A man. Pain. Horror. Your heart raced. You raced. Ran. Sprinted.
Fell.
Engulfed in fallen leaves, a branch, bent like a witches nose, clamped your ankle.
Stuck. Scared. Shocked.
Heavy breaths. Short breaths.
What were you going to do?
Terrified.
You twisted and turned in a pathetic attempt to free yourself.
Useless. Vulnerable. Tears.
Shadows danced around you. Circling like vultures. You closed your eyes.
Frightened. Pray. Prey.Blackness.
You opened them.
Covered.
Something was covering your eyes.
Cloth.
You punched into the shadows for self protection but it was no good, you were still blinded, you were still in danger.
You tried to scream, but it was silenced with a slit of your throat.
Pain. Blood. Trickling. Messy. Light.
The cloth was removed. The full moon shone in the sky taunting you, it took time for your eyes to adapt.
Dying. Panicking. Wounded.
Your hands went to your throat.
Blood. Trickling. Messy.Laughter.
Cackling in the corner, you see her. Your murderer. Your death.
Whoopi Goldberg.
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