I couldn’t see anything, just the cold, bitter darkness of the woods. I was terrified, terrified that I might not return from here, atleast not alive. I tried to find anything that could wash out the dark, rummaging my backpack. I found a torch light but like my luck, the bulb soon died.
I tiptoed anxiously as if my steps would trigger a chain reaction or pinpoint exactly where I was to an unknown predator. The murky darkness was all I had to keep me company, suffocatingly thick. I picked up my pace, as fast as my heavy legs would carry me. The distance short lived when I ran into something. The thick, mossy smell indicated that it was a tree I continued to run, ignoring the burning in my head, and the warm tickling sensation running down my face, blood.
My legs burned in pain; again I stumbled, this time falling over logs, or other menacing secrets that I didn’t know of, out to get me. I heard something, something that sounded like approaching footsteps cushioned by wet leaves, but my ears heard it, still approaching. I scrambled to my feet and saw a clearing in the woods, the twilight beckoning for my escape.
Fear rising yet I suppressed my shriek, putting all my energy into dragging my legs to get out. Stepping out, I smiled weakly knowing I made it.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned round.
Darkness found me.
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Secrets of the Night
Short Storyme helping my Little brother with his English homework, i ended up getting really interested. ended up doing the majority of it for him. when the dark shades the light, secrets unfold into the night...it just so happens escape is out of sight.
