A blood curdling scream only they could possess shoots from behind you, paralyzing most of your body with fear.

Your abdomen knots and pulls your limbs into a contorted fetal-like pose. The shrill goes limp with a breathy sigh. The ground vibrates with the sound of numerous fists rapidly punching into it.

You close your eyes, hyperventilating as panic becomes you. Time seems to have slowed to a sticky crawl, giving you room to shrug a thought of survival. You think you will simply wake up, like you do from all nightmares. But you don’t, not this time.

In the distance, faint howls similar to before. Moaning comes from the ground behind you. Pebbles grinding and crushing together stir the dirt and heavy fog around you.
Then silence. You feel the air flood into you releasing you from the paralyzing grip.

Before the full pain of your twisted ankle returns, you scramble straight back from where you came. You run, fueled by adrenalin, and the number of steps between you and safety.