I felt something creeping up from behind me and as I turned to look, I was confronted
with a creature that had snakes for hair.
Her eyes were glowing and she covered her face as if it were painful for her to gaze
upon.
I got back on my feet as quickly as I could and started to run in the opposite direction.
I could hear the snakes in her hair so I knew she was close.
I slowly looked through the trees, and I saw her frantically looking in all directions.
I was being hunted and I needed to get out of the cemetery before it was too late.
I waited for her to look away and tried to create as much distance from her as I could.
Little did I know, I had also closed the distance between myself and a second creature of the
night.
This one seemed far more sinister and I was unable to escape her gaze.
I felt cold, numb and a terrible sensation that my soul was being being torn from the
rest of my body.
Then suddenly I felt a cold hand cover both of my eyes.
I first tried to resist but when I realised that the numbness had gone away, I decided
to stop fighting.
I reached out and grabbed what felt like a piece of cloth which then tore off in my hand.
As soon as I realised I was free, I got back up and ran as fast as I could.
I reached a clearing in the middle of the cemetery.
I could hear the sound of snakes all around me and all I could think about was that deathly
stare and how it slowly drained my life away.
I looked down at the cloth in my hand and recognized it as a piece of clothing, most
likely from a dress of some kind.
I used it has a blindfold as I figured it could offer some sort of protection.
I could still see the bright moon through the thin cloth which I could use to navigate
to the other end of the graveyard.
I slowly crept through the forest as quietly as I could.
I knew the journey was going to be treacherous but it was all I could think of at the time.
After making my way through the thickness of the forest and holding on to every branch
I could find, I slipped and fell.
I felt that same cold hand clutching onto my arm.
I was not afraid at this point.
I didn’t feel threatened by her presence.
I figured she knew the forest better than anyone and who was I to question the best
chance of finding a way out.
So I let her guide me through the forest.
Eventually, I could no longer feel any branches or her ghostly presence guiding me forward.
I could sense that I had reached the other end of the cemetery and when I removed my
blindfold, I found myself standing before the gate.
I felt relieved to see that it was open.
I looked back at the dark forest but there was no sign of life.
All those ghost stories of people missing, strange sightings were true.
I never believed any of it but I had witnessed the truth.