Crshie

Panting cut through the silence that became more ominous as the light faded on the horizon that shined between the trees. Footsteps increased in speed and weight as they increased their momentum along the leave strewn path. Their clothing wiped by the dragging wind that increased with the darkness, turning the once cheerful and bright woods into a menacing forest that’s common in horror and children’s stories. Head wiped from side to side to look over the shoulder keeping vigilance on potential danger that could be encroaching upon their person as they traveled. The sound of the night being drowned out by the heightened volume of heart pounding with the punctured caws of crows and the jarring of rustling bushes and branches. Erratic breathing became the main theme as they ran, their singular pounding feet transforming with the reeling of their over-active mind breaking free from their control running rampant with the sounds of the forest. Fluttering feathers and wings came from