I was running through the woods as fast as I can. All I knew was he couldn't get me. I had to survive. It was dusk, and, in the woods, it seemed like it was midnight.

There was tree branches everywhere, as were trees' roots. I had been running for about an hour.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, trying to catch up with me. All of a sudden, I fell face first into the dirt. I'd tripped over a tree root and I'd cried out.

I scrambled trying to get up quick, but, when I tripped over the root, I broke my ankle.

Even though he was close to where I was, as soon as I screamed he knew exactly where I was.

I finally managed to get up, but I couldn't run as I've been, not with my ankle broke.

While I was trying to get in a position to walk, I could hear him getting closer.

A few more minutes passed, when all at once, I started to see a dim light, symbolizing the end of the woods.

I'm almost out, I thought to myself. I could hear the noise of cars driving on a road and people having conversations.

I was about to scream for somebody, anybody, to help me, when I felt a sweaty hand grab my shoulder. I started screaming, trying to get away from him . . . . .