Ok, this was the same assignment PrincessLeia23 got: It was so scary...

Considering we're in the same class, more or less, we get the same assignments. Our topic was to write a short story type thing using that was your base/prompt. Then, on Halloween, we passed them around and voted on whose was best. Mine won, yay! And...i think PrincessLeia won in her class. So...here's mine. Enjoy!

A wave of fear crashed over me. My heartbeat quickened, my breathing came in rapid and shallow gasps. I ran through the woods, adrenaline pumping through my veins, pushing me on. My fear-dilated eyes searched the black woods frantically; the darkness having already engulfed the trees and were now threatening to consume me, too, in it’s everlasting darkness that could not be pierced by even the holiest of lights.

And yet, as fast as I ran, the figure pursuing me still gained.

A mere shadow against the quickly changing backdrop that set the stage for our dramatic performance. But this was not a show set to dazzle, stun, and stupefy the audience. No, this was only for the two actors who starred in it to behold.

The figure suddenly melted into the darkness, lost in the shadows of the trees, invisible to my eyes. I dared not stop, no matter how utterly exhausted I was. Although I could not see the figure, I knew it was still there, still following, still watching. Still waiting, waiting to catch me off guard and…

I slowly began to lose speed and despite my efforts to make my legs go faster, I was unable to quicken any. Instead, I slowed more rapidly, which alarmed me. Finally, I could endure the burning pain in my chest, sides, and legs no longer and was forced to stop.

I bent down, never taking my eyes from the trees, and picked up a dead, moss-covered branch as my last defense. Much good it would do me. An owl hooted overhead, making me jump. I heard the flap of its wings as it flew off in search of food, and I envied it fiercely in its easy escape, of which I had none.

Dark oak trees, some ancient with thick trunks and great flowing branches, surrounded me on all sides. I turned in a slow circle, staring out into the woods, trying to dissect the darkness. Nothing stirred besides the leaves on the trees. No light could be seen besides the dim glow of the crescent moon hanging in the starless black sky. No sound could be heard besides my own deep breathing and the rustling of the leaves blown around by the slight breeze. I began to relax.

A mistake.

I never heard him approach. I never saw his silhouette against the dark trees. But there he was; his gleaming red eyes and twisted, demented smile that told only too much. I never saw him until it was too late. A chilling presence that left a feeling of hopelessness, loneliness, and death spread over me like a blanket that gave no warmth. A light breath, as faint as a dying autumn breeze, touched the back of my neck.

“Look behind you.”