Fear.
It hovered over me like a cloak surrounding my body as I ran through the darkened forest in the dead of night. My mind kept flicking back to the scene I had just witnessed. I wanted to scream and run away as fast as I could, forgetting the horrors I had just seen. But my feet couldn’t seem to carry me fast enough away from it all. The piercing gaze of the creepy man bore an imprint on the back of eyelids even though he had looked at me for no more than a split second before I was running in fear. I still couldn’t run fast enough, couldn’t get far enough away from what I’d seen to erase it from my mind or my eyes. I was desperate to leave it behind in my wake, but no matter how fast I ran or how far I ran nothing could burn the image from my mind’s eye, not even acid would do that now.
I just had to forget it all and focus on putting one foot in front of the other and run as fast as I could . . . before the man came for me next…
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The Black Lake
HorrorWhen murder is involved, there's no escape. I should have never taken the shortcut home that night. I should have kept to the streets, but exhaustion and the desire for a warm bed pulled me into those woods. And into the wrong place at the wrong ti...
