In the depths of your mind you know something is wrong, something is out of place... and something is about to make you breathe your last breathe. You turn, your heat beating loudly, your chest tightening as your breathes grow deeper, you find it hard to push the air from your lungs. A tap on your shoulder? Nothing behind you. You walk forward, your head twitching left and right. A shiver passes your spine as you walk. Did it grow colder? Did your bones feel like the touch of ice caressed them? Yet nothing was there. Paranoid you continue further, maybe a flashlight will help as you walk home. The stream of light piercing the dark, catching quaking shadows of the bushes and the trees, the light rustle of the wind throwing further shapes into view. Your heart rate quickens further as you walk faster, footsteps clacking along the sidewalk, a leave crunching under the weight of your heel. The whistle of the wind gets louder, scattering foliage along the walkway. Did it grow darker? Did the darkness of the night somehow turn blacker? Your muscles tense, stressed as they push on. Are you tired? Why not take a rest? Your body turns to the park bench, strangely illuminated in the night. Barely moving now but it feels close, your body no longer shivering from the cold, the wind no longer punishing to your form. The bench, so simple, it seems so inviting! Against all feelings of the contrary you walk forward, you breathes easing up, your muscles relaxing. A safe haven! Even a light seems to cast down, drenching the area in a strange, pleasant warm feeling. You sit, sighing to yourself. After all, why were you so paranoid earlier? What got under your skin?
Clouds moved in position, the light of the moon no longer casting those cold rays. The wind stopped, the noise from the chattering animals stopped... silence. At first it wasn't noticed in your haze, but it grew uncomfortable... then it gnawed at the back of your mind. What was that feeling? That smile on your face replaced by a frown, your body shivering again. It did not feel cold... what was the reason. A low humming was heard from behind, the sound feminine and young. Terror grips you, this unshakable fear. You stand but that is it, your legs refuse to budge. You wonder why... your thoughts frantic as you try t run again, your limbs shaking. There it was again, that humming. It wasn't normal, it wasn't a normal sound that was being made, similar to if something was imitating basic sound. It was a copy, a copy sound human. Your head turns, daring to face the noise, neck muscles locking up until finally your head is pointed in that direction. Oh, you were not meant to see this... no sensible person is. Red eyes peered throught he darkness, an overwhelming silence dropping like a weight. Darkness flowed in from all sides, the light from the lamps failing as they were consumed by the encouraging shadows. The weight felt... it was becoming too much. Your eyes stretch further, lips flipping back... eyes all around you now. More red eyes... red eyes... red eyes... red eyes. Staring... STARING... JUST STARING. There it was again, that humming, followed by a childish giggle. Was it moving closer or were you? Your legs began to move, not away from threat but towards. You curse yourself, but no words flow from your lips, your throat choked by this unspeakable being. A low hum filled the atmosphere as all light vanished, save for those eyes. It hurt to look and they moved closer. Knees are now buckling under your own weight, the grass wet with frost, but their was no cold feeling anymore. Level with the eyes... feeling under them, the pressure unmeasurable. Your hands move to your face, nails pressing firmly upon your own flesh. Deep as it can go, small trickles of blood flowing forth now, nails beginning to rake more. The only warmth is from your blood, the only 'comfort'. Your throat opens barely, in audible words flowing past your lips as your hands dig into your scalp. It was like something seriously was gnawing right into your head, the feel of your brain feeling like slush. Then the teeth would be seen. Oh, a small mouth, one very petite... but white, and sharp. There was not a human tooth in that whole mouth, only tiny needles. The smile would grow, stretching wide, curling in all sorts of shapes into the air before finally opening. Your eyes wishing they could close but unable to, such hellish heat emanating from the growing maw... a spark of red in the back, a growl being the only thing you can hear. Closer you would feel it, your body collapsing on the ground, knees tucked to your chest, lips quivering as words fail to form. The mouth is large and vast and curls easily around. You manage a scream, then silence.
Moments pass as light returns, a bird chirps and the wind resumes. A lone leaf blows gently through the area which remains untouched, no mention of life being their within the past hour or so. In a few hours the sun will cast its warm rays upon the earth, soaking the area in a loving warmth that will melt the frost and bring life to the area. People would walk along the path, birds would sing, dogs would bark and the wind will whistle through.
