In the bleak depths of that accursed forest, came the dreadful sound of pursuit. Each series of thudding footfalls drew ever nearer, and poor Miss Brenda felt her heart like to burst within her breast as she fled through the shadowed grove.
Something large - no, immense - was approaching through the hinterlands she fled though thoughts be she followed the opposite direction of beast's roar.
More haunting calls echoed through the darkness, like the lamentations of tortured souls. Miss Brenda's flesh crawled with horror as the eerie chorus swelled to a guttural snarl. She turned about, her hazel eyes wide with mounting dread as the darkness pressed close, thick as burial shrouds.
"Who goes there?" she called out, her gentle voice trembling like an autumn leaf. But only silence answered he
