I’m tearing through the mist, gravel flying to my left and right every time I nearly trip. I’ve not the slightest clue who… or what I’m running from. The ignorance adds to the utter horror of the situation. It’s nearly pitch black outside, hours past initial nightfall. I’m blinded by the undying sense of peril in the air; furthermore, I’m focused solely on escaping the terrifying presence trying to snatch me up. I know as soon as I give in to my body’s pleads to surrender to the unknown, I’ll find myself in a dreadful situation.
Due to the wretched combination of blind panic, lack of focus on all else excluding survival, and my limited vision, courtesy of the surrounding twilight, I found myself perilously near the precipice of the pebble pathway I’d been bolting down. As I near it, I discover a colossal pond, the source of the suffocating mist. I sense an impending threat far more menacing than the presence that’d been chasing me. As I pivot my foot to steady myself back into the center of the trail, something from the lake suddenly shoots for my ankles. I glance back instantaneously, as pain shoots through my legs. What seems to be an onyx black lake vine tightens its grip, simultaneously crushing my ankle bone and my resistance effortlessly.
Almost as if it senses my utter helplessness, a massive, daunting shadow swiftly starts for the scene of my struggle. I’m writhing and squirming, like a powerless worm being pierced by a jagged fishing hook. I attempt to scream, but only useless bubbles emit from my mouth. I’ve been dragged under water, now in the lair of the menacing monster. My mind goes into utter pandemonium, and my hands begin to flail haplessly. Madness tempts my mind, beckoning me to contend to its blissful abyss. But I can’t; I must hang on to any chance of survival I have. My hands decide on a purpose and, though I’m fully aware of the futility of the attempt, I strive to save myself by digging them into the sand bank while I’m still in shallow waters.
The possessed vines detect my intent, and tug with an ungodly force. My arms, elbow deep in the soft muddy sand and clay mesh now, are torn free in one swift movement. The vibrations that ripple through the demon thicket insinuate laughter as the mixture makes the opaque aquamarine lagoon blurrier still. As the basin clouds, so does any remaining hope for persevering through this calamity.
I allow my body to go limp, and the vines acknowledge my submission to my fate by loosening their grip. They continue to hale me deeper into the fathomless bottom, and my oxygen-deprived lungs are in pure anguish as my eyes begin to glaze over. Suddenly, the black tentacles of the pond release my ankle, and the numbness that’d come over it begins to fade and is replaced with a searing pain as I realize it’s been shattered by the crushing pressure of the vine’s grip. But none of that matters now, I’ve been given a chance to live, and I must take immediate action before I plunge into the depths forevermore.
I initiate fleeing the perilous waters, and swim at the highest speed I can manage, oblivious towards the atrocious agony of my ankle. But after a mere few seconds of bolting towards the taunting surface, I’m spun 180 by a disturbance in the water. My eyes encounter another pair, inexplicably daunting and gleaming with their owner’s obvious diabolical intent, paralleled only by the gnashing, ravenous, honed razor-sharp teeth of the monstrosity. And then I awake.
Due to the wretched combination of blind panic, lack of focus on all else excluding survival, and my limited vision, courtesy of the surrounding twilight, I found myself perilously near the precipice of the pebble pathway I’d been bolting down. As I near it, I discover a colossal pond, the source of the suffocating mist. I sense an impending threat far more menacing than the presence that’d been chasing me. As I pivot my foot to steady myself back into the center of the trail, something from the lake suddenly shoots for my ankles. I glance back instantaneously, as pain shoots through my legs. What seems to be an onyx black lake vine tightens its grip, simultaneously crushing my ankle bone and my resistance effortlessly.
Almost as if it senses my utter helplessness, a massive, daunting shadow swiftly starts for the scene of my struggle. I’m writhing and squirming, like a powerless worm being pierced by a jagged fishing hook. I attempt to scream, but only useless bubbles emit from my mouth. I’ve been dragged under water, now in the lair of the menacing monster. My mind goes into utter pandemonium, and my hands begin to flail haplessly. Madness tempts my mind, beckoning me to contend to its blissful abyss. But I can’t; I must hang on to any chance of survival I have. My hands decide on a purpose and, though I’m fully aware of the futility of the attempt, I strive to save myself by digging them into the sand bank while I’m still in shallow waters.
The possessed vines detect my intent, and tug with an ungodly force. My arms, elbow deep in the soft muddy sand and clay mesh now, are torn free in one swift movement. The vibrations that ripple through the demon thicket insinuate laughter as the mixture makes the opaque aquamarine lagoon blurrier still. As the basin clouds, so does any remaining hope for persevering through this calamity.
I allow my body to go limp, and the vines acknowledge my submission to my fate by loosening their grip. They continue to hale me deeper into the fathomless bottom, and my oxygen-deprived lungs are in pure anguish as my eyes begin to glaze over. Suddenly, the black tentacles of the pond release my ankle, and the numbness that’d come over it begins to fade and is replaced with a searing pain as I realize it’s been shattered by the crushing pressure of the vine’s grip. But none of that matters now, I’ve been given a chance to live, and I must take immediate action before I plunge into the depths forevermore.
I initiate fleeing the perilous waters, and swim at the highest speed I can manage, oblivious towards the atrocious agony of my ankle. But after a mere few seconds of bolting towards the taunting surface, I’m spun 180 by a disturbance in the water. My eyes encounter another pair, inexplicably daunting and gleaming with their owner’s obvious diabolical intent, paralleled only by the gnashing, ravenous, honed razor-sharp teeth of the monstrosity. And then I awake.
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