I don’t have to be told twice, I ran like my life depended on it because it actually did.
I didn’t need to look behind me to know they were following me, I could hear the swishing of air behind me, telling me that they were after me and that they were now more than two.
The way they moved clicked with something inside me, a sort of memory or feeling that I have had before.
It reminded me of the day my parents were killed.
There were no footsteps when the things appeared; it was almost as if their feet weren’t really touching down, almost as if they were so light that they levitated on top of the ground and then there was the fact that there was no scent attached to them, absolutely none.
And that is when it finally clicked, really and truly clicked, they were the same creatures as
