It hurt to run, but it was all she could ever do. Her feet were bare and every twig stepped upon sent a twinge of pain. But she wasn't going to stop.
She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get away from that man. He wasn't close but she could tell he was not far. It was only a matter of time before he would catch up to her. She found a spot where she could hide behind the trees and the bushes to catch her breath and hoped he would not find her.
"Amber…I know you're out there," He called out. "You can't keep running forever!"
His heavy footsteps crunched the leaves beneath him. Every crunch was closer than before.
For a moment, it seemed as though he went the other direction. Amber breathed out in relief. Suddenly, a hand had reached through and grabbed her arms, "Gotcha."
He pulled her out as she struggled and screamed and kicked, "No, no, no! Please, please…No! Somebody help me!" She hollered.
"Nobody can help you out here," He said, as he dragged her away.
"No! Pleasee..."
"Please…please…" Melinda moaned in her sleep.
"Mommy, mommy, you're dreaming! Get up! Look at what I made!" An energetic Aiden had awoken Melinda from her nightmare.
Rubbing her eyes gently she looked at what Aiden had to show her. Smiling happily that he got her up, he held up the picture, "See, it's you, me, and daddy!"
"That's wonderful honey." She examined the picture carefully. There were three people standing happily together in front of a house. Aiden's picture was a relief: It was just a bad dream.
She kissed his forehead, "Did you show your father?"
He frowned slightly, "No. He went to work before I was done."
"Well," She lazily climbed out of bed, "What do you wanna do today, kiddo?"
"Ice-cream!" He screamed, running out of the room.
"Not before you have breakfast!" She ran after him.
Laughter of the two filled the house, as the ghost watched from the outside.
She must help me.