I run through the forest, out of breath and scared.
I’ve seen all the movies, and I know not to look behind me,
But my paranoia takes control, and I turn my head.
The silent figure is still there,
And it’s getting closer with each step I take.
I need to make it to the radio tower.
I need to let others know to send help,
But when I look back in front of me,
It is there.
It reaches out with its spindly fingers and grasps my neck.
My surroundings start to fade out as I lose consciousness.
The last thing I see is its mouth opening wide with sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.