It was a cold, windy night. The leaves on the fall-looking, orange and brown trees were struggling to hang on to the branches they were so lightly attached to. I just kept walking. I knew that since I’d gotten lost, I had to keep searching for a way out.
I walked into a fog, where i hadnt an idea of where i was going. All i could see were shadows. I dont know why, but i turned around at one point. Maybe to check and make sure i was still alone. But once i turned around, i caught a glimpse of a shadow that looked like the body of a man, standing there, with some kind of weapon. My heart started racing, i lost my breathe as i quickly turned around and started running. I had nowhere to run to, but my mind was telling me to run, that this person wasnt here to help me.
I ran out of breathe around ten minutes later. Haunched over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breathe, i slowly stood back up. I just stayed there. I turned around, to see the shadow inches away from my face…