I was racing through the woods at high speed, I knew that if I looked back it might cost me my life. The high pitched screams were getting quieter when suddenly a branch tripped me up. I banged my head. The pain was excruciating but I had to go on so I picked myself up and ran. I heard a frog like croak, my foot sank into mud, I was at the swamp. I spotted the shack I lived in 10 years before, I knew I would be safe. As I approached, the door was locked from the inside. Then just as a hand grabbed me, I heard the same deafening screams echo through the night.