“Ugh! Stop! I need to check the direction again!” Iris hissed just as they all paused to take a breath. Ever since they stepped through the rift, they had been running. At first, it was because of the monster guarding the entrance—it had followed them through the rift and it had started howling loud enough to wake the dead.
They managed to get away thanks to the darkness and that weird non-smell that came from a dark substance. Then they spent over two hours hiding in puddles of that stuff while the creature pranced around, looking for them. She barely moved the whole time, yet it felt even more exhausting than all the running.
Because run they did. The moment the stupid wraith had returned to the other side of the rift, they ventured further into this creepy, godforsaken place. They did
