I was running, faster than I ever thought I possibly could. My feet burning in my shoes and my heart racing so fast in my chest that it was hurting. I kept on hitting the low branches, but I didn't care. I had to keep on going, if I didn't, it would kill me. The monster would kill me. I had to stop, if I didn't, my heart would burst in my chest. I felt the bark at my back, my hands clinging to it for dear life. But something wasn't right, it was there. I turned and saw it. Saw the glint of the sickle it carried to take out its ritual. It got to me as I screamed.