Strange creatures chased the two across the woods. He knew these creatures, He knew these woods. But she, on the other hand, begged that she hadn't.
Their narrow almost human-like faces burrowed their way into your mind. With sunken eyes, constant stares, that pierced your very soul. Their long bony limbs stride towards you with purpose. Their mouths scattered like scars on their body. With smiles that brimmed with a malicious intent, a strong lust, a mischievous hate.
And their screams. They were neither a shriek nor a howl, but a laugh. Erratic and haunting. A laugh that echoed inside your head, an intimate whisper in your ear. Taunting and malignant, They let you know how much it enjoys seeing you squirm. Even if you know it's far away, you were sure it's far away. You could feel them nearby. Its breath clung to the back of your neck as it slithered down through your spine. Its tendril-like fingers, cold and lifeless, lightly brushing your shoulders and coiled down to your waist.
The two ran and they ran but the woods just stretch on. Until a narrow cave came, seeming to spring forth. The cave was too small for the creatures. A possible salvation she thought. But he knew, all too well, that it was not. Their pursuers, however, were closing in and they can't go any other way without getting caught. They had no other choice. But as soon as they set foot inside the cave, one of the creatures smashed the entrance. The rocks fell and plugged the opening. The two, fortunately, got out of the way and were unhurt. But they were now trapped. He stared into the darkness that grew into an abyss. From her satchel, she pulled up her phone and lit the small space they had. But the darkness still grew. And he stood there afraid. Afraid that he was certain. Certain that he wanted the creatures to have their way instead.