His chest aches from how hard he's breathing and his head hurts from how loud his heart is beating, but that doesn't slow him down in the slightest. His feet continue to crush the gravel, on the dark abandoned pathway. He tells himself he won't stop, over and over again like his life depends on it; maybe it does. But no matter how many time he's told himself to keep running his body freezes and he finds himself stuck in place. He hears it; slightly at first, but he here's it. The whistling; quiet but steady. He whips his head in all different directions, trying to find where the sound is coming from, but it's to dark to see that far away. Then the whistling slowly starts to get louder..... and louder..... and louder. And he sees it; he has no idea what "it" is but he sees it. It's dark, tall, shadowy figure. It moves closer, and closer and closer. Until it just stops. He sees the tall shadowy figure slowly move it's head from side to side; as if trying to gage his next move. He takes his eyes of the figure for no more that a split second, and it disappears. He goes to move from the statue like position he's been standing in for to long, but then he feels it. The cold yet warm breath on the back of his neck. His brain and body are now both frozen and he has no idea what to do. But lucky for him the shadowy figure that is now breathing on the back of his neck know exactly what the man should do. So he tells him..... " Run.... and this time don't stop".
