I step closer to the edge, peering down into the dark abyss before me. For whatever reason I'm here, I'll never know… I swallow hard. It was so dark and the bottom wasn't visible."Maybe THAT'S why it's called the bottomless pit…" I muttered bitterly to myself before looking around. "Hmm…." I picked up a rock. It was heavy. Heavy enough that if dropped into the foreboding darkness I'd surely hear it when it hit the bottom….

I took a deep breath and held it as I tossed the hefty rock over. Then; it was just a waiting game. How long until I'd hear the inevitable bang of rock hitting rock?

Ten seconds…

Twenty.…

Thirty….

No crack…. How deep was this thing?! I bit my lip nervously before turning around and looking behind me. The colors of the think green forest were, in the only way I could think to describe it, leaking. Bleeding, as if ink had gotten wet and was running down a page. My heart leapt out of my chest as I watched the green slowly fading to black and white. The trees, bushes, ferns…. They all started withering. Slowly, they all turned black and were so thin that you could see straight through them. All things living in sight, one by one, died before my eyes.

Then I saw it. A cloaked, shadowy wisp slowly emerged from the death. I don't know what it is…. It's at least seven foot tall…. Extremely thin… and the only thing I could see aside from the long, dark, hooded cloak was its bony, pale hands.

It beckoned for me to follow it. I didn't want to, but horrifyingly enough my feet started travelling toward this figure on their own accord. As I neared the stench of death and rot hit me in a thick wave and I gagged, yet couldn't stop walking. It was as if I was under a spell. Eventually, I stood in front of the creature, tears welling up in my eyes. I was shaking so badly, It's a wonder I made it the whole way here without my knees buckling under me.

Then I saw it. Then…. I understood.

It was here for ME…!

This thing gripped a long, tall scythe in its left hand. And when I traced it to his hand, I noticed that it was actually made of bones, rather than the pale flesh I'd thought I'd seen earlier. I was literally staring Death in the face, and had no clue as to what to do.

I watched in horror as it raised the scythe gracefully above its head. I let out a scream and the demon in front of me faltered and almost dropped its weapon of destruction and torment. Whatever spell it had on me released and I fell flat on my back.

Within a second, though, I was back to my feet, no matter how weak and running back the way I'd come. In times of fear, though, memory can be quite the sneaky concept….

I tried skidding to a stop, but was too late. I screamed as I sent myself hurtling over the edge into thepit. Life, today, was apparently too elusive for me to find.