Running, running, that is all I remember, is running. Trying to get to safety, trying to get home, out of the darkness. What was I running from? I don't know, I don't remember. I remember being scared though, and it was a fear like no other. Worse than getting butterflies in your stomach before going onstage in front of a large crowd. Or worse than all your teamates depending on you in the last seconds of the game to score the winning point. But perhaps that is only just nervousness. For the fear I flet was like lying in your bed at night, in the darkness, hearing noises in the shadows and just outside your door. Thinking there's someone there even though there isn't. Or is there? Is there an evil invisble to the human eye? One we can't see, but feel its haunting presence. That is what it felt like, that is what I was running from, I remember now. It wasn't a person or an animal even, but a thing. An evil,
sinister thing, that wanted my soul. I could feel the bloodlust coming from it. It wanted to taste the warm sourness of my blood,
see it oozing from my flesh, feel it run through it's long slender fingers. I turned a bend and saw the light. The light coming from my house. I was almost there, almost home, almost to safety, and out of the darkness. But would I make it? This thing was fast, really fast. It was gaining on me I could hear it's footsteps close behind, feel it's hot breath on the back of my neck. It was over, I knew I was going to die a slow and painful death. This thing wanted to hear my screams, wanted to see me suffer. I felt it's energy rise as it grabbed me. Suddenly pain replaced tht fear, and it was pain like no other. Worse than scraping your knee on the sidewalk, or worse than falling down and breaking your leg. Those injuries where miner compared to the pain I felt, no human could ever possibly imagine it. Then my screams became silent, and the pain seized, and everything went black.