Wispy smoke hung above the floor, whirling at the girl's presence. She'd never even once been in here; the forest of spruce, an impenetrable maze of needles. It haunted her dreams every time she'd even glanced at the forest from the border of her yard.
And now Emilia was here. Inside of it, stumbling along like a headless chicken, her pulse racing. She didn't know what to think of it, the tall, proud trees, the strange fog, the spine-tingling sounds and her own heartbeat louder than the distinct tweeting of birds.
But something wasn't right. It was as if someone or something was stalking her, burning a gaze into the back of her head. A small, red breasted bird descended from the ground before her with a sudden frantic flap.The girl's breath slowed into a shaky rattle; a stone-cold whirl of air lapped at the nape of her neck. She froze.
A slender shadow hurtled past Emilia, releasing a fierce screech as it passed by.
The girl's heart skipped a vital beat or two, her own inevitable yell echoing about. Changing direction, she charged towards the edge of the forest, her head pounding, feet hardly touching the foggy ground; Emilia's face was a river of sweat and tears.
The shadow was gaining on her, she could almost see the large fangs of her pursuer, dripping with a black, blood-like substance, eyes rabid and mad.
The girl ran harder.
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Stalkers
ParanormalWild, luminescent eyes scowled at Emilia through the thick darkness of her room. All was quiet; no words were said. A piercing, unforgettable screech erupted from down the hall, shaking the shelves and all of its contents. The eyes grew closer.
