Down the path all alone nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go.
The night air stale and cold.
The trees move to the wind some moan some groan.
They reach out to grab at me. They tare at my cloths.
They pull at my hair. I run scared I scream no ones there.
My vision blurs my voice lost my limbs give as I fall to the mossy ground..
I start to sink as the ground open like a gaping mouth.
Swallowing me whole. I try to dig my way out my nails fill with dirt my hands sweat.
I panic not knowing what will happen next. Please dear god is this my faith? Outside lost in front of
hell's gate's