The cool night air breeze moved the tree branches rythemetically.
The moon hung in the sky giving the land a silver glow.
The sound of creatures in the wood.
Then it stopped.
Everything stopped.
She stood in The Woods fear rising in her chest.
The sudden stillness was haunting.
The moon no longer sat in the sky leaving darkness in its
place.
A noise to the side, a horrible screeching noise, RUN.She started running her feet pounding against the ground creating echoes, but the noise followed her.
Her outstreched hands touched something hard and rough, a tree?
She went to move around it but was stopped, it wasnt a tree she bumped into it was a wall, cold and hard beneath her hands. The sound carried on so close now, was it behind her? It was so close that if she turned round she could probably touch It.
But if she didn't turn around ....she would rather face death.
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