I'm running, unsure where I'm going or what's chasing me. All I know is I'm slowing and that its getting closer. I want to look back to see what its, but somehow I know it will strike m with a paralyzing fear. So instead I push forward, dodging and missing branches, roots and rocks left and right. Then m limbs grow too heavy to carry me and I stop. All the while panicking, knowing to stop would mean my untimely death. That's when I feel it icy cold grip on my arm, I try to fight it off but it's too late... the next thing I know I'm in bed covered in sweat and tangled in my sheets. Taking a few calming breaths I fix m hear and head to the kitchen. While I stand waiting for my coffee, I wonder why the dream had been so vivid. Then remembering I had been scratched by a branch I check my arm, and sure enough there's a scratch.
I brush this off as an coincidence and grab a cup and head back to my room to get ready for my daily jogging. Pulling the hood high over my head I head out going a route I don't usually take, wanting some different scenery. Taking in my surroundings, I'm glad to have moved here after m boyfriend Grayson' death. It has been hard on me, everywhere I looked would remind me of him. So I decided to move to a more secluded part of the state, Achille, Oklahoma. With a population of roughly five hundred and forty. It's nice having such a small town except they in their own had have shunned me. they believe that anyone who doesn't join in on the town's activities, are not one of them. This didn't and still doesn't bother me I'm glad no one's prying into my personal life. Then suddenly I notice for the first time how cold it has gotten.
Shaking I decide to call off the jogging for the day. So turning around I make my way back, however I stop dead in my tracks, when I believe I'm seeing my boyfriend. I can't believe this, then again they said he'd gone missing, that they'd later found his bones. Just for an instant though I wondered if maybe they were someone else's. Then he transforms into this other man and he begins to make his way toward me. Panicking I turn once again in the other direction and take off. All logic leaves me, first I see him as my boyfriend then someone else it scares me. So I continue to run wondering if I'm losing my mind. I soon have to slow down though, because I'm just to cold and out of breath. Cautiously I look back to m amazement he had kept up with me. " Sorry if it seems odd I decided to follow you but when you took off after one look at me, I became concerned. " he replies.
" Oh it wasn't you, at least not entirely. this whether had me believing you to someone I used to know. " "Well m apologies for spooking you. " Nodding my head I just about go to leave when he stops me. " Listen I don't want to keep you from what you're doing, but do you mind telling me your name. " " Of course not, I'm Willa. " I stick my hand out and he takes it responding, " Nice to meet you, and my name is Felix. " And I again resume my jogging. Why is it that he has this strange vibe I can't place. Shrugging inwardly I continue on, not wanting to run into him again. Getting two thirds along the path I stop to catch my breath. Collecting my breath I peer around, and it seems that I see a yellow pair of eyes in the trees.
I'm a little rattled, first thinking I saw my boyfriend, now seeing eyes in the trees. Now it was beginning to look a little more like my nightmare. I don't want to think of that though I truly want to believe that I'm only worked up. So instead of dwelling on this I push myself forward wanting to make it home. I stop dead in my tracks once again because from the trees I hear growling ad snapping twigs. my heart begins to beat irregularly and before I know it I'm pinned to the ground. This thing before me seems to be an oversized wolf. Growling it seems about ready to bite me, and when it does it goes for my arm. I let out a piercing scream, I try to wriggle free, but its ineffective. Then just as it came it was gone, and so through the pain I struggle to get up. Once up I cradle my injured arm and begin to walk home. Whimpering as I do so. I jump as I feel cold hands grip my good shoulder.