Running through the forest was the only option I had.

The lurking shadow behind me seemed unfazed . It was a dead end, there is no hope.

I clutched onto my jacket.

It came closer, it's eyes completely black ,void of any emotions.

Maybe if I had listened my luck would have been better.

My bad curse seems to follow me, leading me to my treacherous end.

The cold hands of the Monterey reached out to me. I was a little irritated.

Taking me to a world where black iries flowers blooming and monsters thrived.

.....

It wasn't like this it has been years. I am getting used to this