The only thing on my mind at that particular moment was simply...run. It didn't matter where I went. It didn't matter how far I went. All that mattered was surviving. It was extremely difficult to see, it was so dark. The forest I had taken refuge in was dense and cold. It was the middle of winter. All I could hear was it's heavy footsteps not to far behind me, my exhausted breath, and the fast, loud beating of my heart. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through me. I was sure about only a few things; there was no slowing down, there was no stopping and there was no turning back. If I were to slow my pace, even for a little bit, I would be done for. I felt like i had been running for ages. My legs were burning and my throat was incredibly dry. Then, my worst fear was upon me, there had been a hole, I didn't see it. I tripped and fell to the ground. I tried to let out a scream but there was no sound. When I turned around I froze. I felt like I had been nailed to the ground. I was staring directly into the horrifying yellow eyes of the monster that dwelled in my nightmares.