You scale a tree with the precise leaps of a feline, the silence, too. The shadow passes beneath your tree, and then the figure. It's not an animal, but it certainly doesn't look human either.
You scoot further down the tree branch, curious of such a thing. It walks in a hunched manner, but not in the way like your old neighbor does with a broken back. They walk with a grace like a weeping willow. Long, lissome arms sway with their smooth, rocking gait.
Claws? Are those claws? Shimmering in the moonlight they are. They look more like blades protruding from their fingers.
They're also tall. So, so incredibly tall.
You just want to get... A little... closer....
The branch cracks. They stop, stiffening. They no long move like a young limb, but broken like a petrified shard of wood.
Your branch snaps and crashes to the ground. You have a face full of dirt, and no air to fill your lungs.
You catch a glimpse of their face, but all you focus on is their gleaming, red eyes.
And then those knife blade claws slash across your face; right through each little vein in your neck.
Wake up.
Wake up.
You're having a bad dream.
You're back in your room, and there you are, sleeping. Tossing, turning, moaning and whining. You're not in your body. It was all an out of body experience...
Wake up.
Do you...
Wake up?
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Futile Trials
PertualanganThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
