Mental

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My heart pounded in my throat, and I could not breathe. I forced my feet to keep moving, my eyes to remain forward, even though all was black. A loud hiss rang out from behind me, and I pushed myself faster.

I tripped, and, as I fell, I caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure chasing me. His red eyes captured me, frozen. As I felt myself moving closer to him, I tried to lunge sideways, out of his grip. I sank into the wall as if it was not there.

I screamed. So I had been dead all along.

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