
Grandma had sent Timmy on an errand to fetch some herbs from the forest. She had warned him to be careful, but Timmy was a curious boy and didn't listen. As he wandered deeper into the woods, a wild dog appeared out of nowhere, snarling and snapping its teeth. Timmy ran as fast as he could, but the dog was gaining on him.
Finally, Timmy saw a narrow path and darted down it, hoping to lose the dog. He ran until his legs ached and his breath was short. When he stopped to catch his breath, he realized he was lost. The trees seemed to close in around him, casting long, ominous shadows.
As the sun began to set, Timmy started to see creepy things. A twig snapped, and he thought he saw a figure lurking behind a tree. He heard whispers in the wind, and the trees seemed to be watching him. Every step he took, the rustling leaves sounded like footsteps following him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a figure materialized in front of him. Timmy tried to run, but his legs were frozen in fear. The figure drew closer, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Timmy screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the howling wind.
When the figure reached out to grab him, Timmy's legs finally unfroze, and he sprinted away. He ran until he stumbled upon an old, abandoned cabin. He burst through the door, hoping to find safety inside.
But the cabin was dark and eerie, filled with strange symbols etched into the walls. Timmy heard footsteps creaking up the stairs, and he knew he wasn't alone. He tried to escape, but the doors were stuck, and the windows refused to budge.
As the footsteps drew closer, Timmy realized he was trapped. The wild dog, the creepy figures, and the strange symbols all seemed to be connected. And Timmy was the target.
Just as the footsteps reached the door, Timmy's vision went black.
"Help!!!!!!!" He screamed as his voice echoed in the dark
About the Creator
AUGUSTINE MERCY DIBIO
A Very Young Multitalented Writer. ❤️



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