There was no time. He had run for hours already. Hours, weeks, months. He didn't know. He just knew he had to keep running. The voice in his head never stopped; it was a constant noise, like a siren blasting his ears. One step, two steps, here they come. He knew someone was following. Something. But what? He didn't know. But he knew it was coming. And he knew it was coming for him. There was a clearing coming up. He knew they were coming. He could hear them. All the time in his ears. Constant. Chanting. Three steps, four steps, time to run. They kept talking to him. He tried to fight the sound. Stop following what they said. He had to obey. It was an impulse. Whatever they said, he had to do it. He didn't know why. As he approached the clearing, he saw a cottage. Lights. There were lights in the windows. People. He had forgotten what people were. He hadn't seen anyone for so long. Lights. He followed the lights. Five steps, six steps, there's the door. He got to the house. Knocked on the door urgently, as if Satan himself was following. But in a way, he was. He knew that. He knew Satan was coming for him. Coming for everyone. Coming for all of us. Seven steps, eight steps, live no more. He tried hitting at the windows. Nothing. The house vanished. He didn't understand what was happening. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, tears streaming from his face in sheer fear of what was coming. There was nothing there. He heard a noise, followed it. Nothing. Nine steps, ten steps, try not to cry. It was no use. There was nothing he could do. He knew that. He knew. He knew it was too late. He could feel death creeping closer; a lion stalking its prey. Waiting until it was so weak with fear it couldn't save itself. He felt the hand again. Heard the voice. He spun round again and found himself staring into the eyes of Hell itself. He was caught. They were here. It was done. Eleven steps, twelve steps, time to die.
One step, Two steps,
Here they come.
Three steps, Four steps,
Time to run.
Five steps, Six steps,
There's the door,
Seven steps, Eight steps,
Live no more.
Nine steps, Ten steps,
Try not to cry.
Eleven steps, Twelve steps,
Time to die.