She was running down the dark and empty streets, running through the heavy rain that kept pouring from the raven night sky. The rain had formed beads on her rosy burning cheeks, it soaked her clothes that clung to her hot skin and drenched her hair, but she continued to run, never looking back. Each step found a new puddle on the wet cobblestone, that was dimly illuminated by the weak light of the street lamps.
It was the fear that spurred her on. She was afraid of the darkness behind her, it reached out and she could feel its icy claws brushing her back with its fingertips. She could hear its raspy and shallow cackle before it faded into the endless night. She could even taste its overpowering stench of death on her tongue, pungent with a tinge of sickening sweetness.
It made her cringe, a subtle nausea overcoming her. She needed to get away. She wanted to escape this disgusting, deceased shroud that followed her since she passed the graveyard. She didn’t even know what it was,