Beneath the Silent Sky

Previously

…He could hear the scraping claws, the rasping breath, closer now than ever. He was the bait. He was the distraction. And he was terrified. The woods, which had once held the promise of adventure, had become a suffocating trap, and the silent sky above offered no solace, only an indifferent, watchful darkness. He ran, the echoes of his childhood nightmare chasing him, the present horror a terrifying, tangible reality. He could feel the creature closing in, its chilling presence a suffocating weight. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that his journey through these woods was far from over.