posted on Jun, 19 2022 @ 08:26 PM
Stewart was three miles in on a narrowing trail when he realized something was wrong. On his face flashed abject fear; helplessness, fragility. A
thick silence had blanketed the woods. He glanced around quickly as if to spot a predator and saw the trail behind him gone; the forest had completely
engulfed and erased the path he’d just trodden. Dense undergrowth covered the floor.
As he puzzled over this latest revelation, something rose out of the brush and loomed: obscene, horned, devilishly grinning in bestial dominance.
When Stewart turned back around he discovered the true definition of the word panic.
The End
edit on 19-6-2022 by zosimov because: (no reason given)