The Forest (Inktober Day 4: Radio)

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.

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