• The wind howled in the jet black night. As I ran through the dense forest I wrapped my jacket around my shoulders in an attempt to warm my chilled bones. I was shaking, but rather from fear than cold. My eyes picked up the shadowy images, and sharp branches whipped my exposed face, drawing blood. Lines of dark red rolled down my cheeks. I must have been close, but that was little comfort in this haunted place. I heard something and my head twisted sharply in the direction I had come. A faint rustle alerted my ears, and I tripped on a stone. I stayed on the ground for a minute, listening for any noises, but there was only the eerie silence. I stood up and screamed as something grabbed my arm.