Run
Run
Silence. Cold, tense silence.
A thick eerily fog hovers over the forest. The soft moonlight barely breaching through the grey clouds. Creating an illusion of ravenous monsters lying in wait, of old twisted trees and shrubbery. As I Lay under an old ,wet, moss-cover boulder there’s an untamed wall of blackberry bushes to my left. No sound of any nocturnal life, not even the songs of crickets singing dared to pierce the night; as if the whole forest knew of the monster prowling among the shadows. Darting eyes around for any movement coming from the clearing which lies just a few feet away.. The creepy crawlies which danced across the wet foliage found the heat of my legs comforting.
